Finding the guilded cage (chap 2)

[Game Master]

"Hmmm. Don't know any Bogg'n. Who sent you exactly?"

[sfliegel]

oh-oh, Doon tried to recover the situation. If this didn't work it was about to get really nasty in here.

"Da m'ster send me. Ol' Bogg'n be bad. M'ster punish ol' Bogg'n, make clean here!" Still with his eyes averted and hands guarding his face, Doon dropped to his knees. He raised a sense of panic to his voice, "p'ease no send away! m'ster mad with ol' Bogg'n. me hungry and eat some of m'ster bread. me stay, make m'ster happy 'gen."

[Game Master]

"Hmmm, this is highly irregular. Listen fellow. I already have two people cleaning up down here. Go tell your...err, whom did you say you work for again?"

[sfliegel]

Doon didn't want to fight with the guard if he could help it. He had neither the time or the desire to end up here should he fail. A new plan occured to him. If he couldn't be accepted here then he would have to spook the guard in order to get past.

He lowered his hands to rest on the floor beside him and went quiet was the grave with his head still bowed. His breathing he tried to keep slow and quiet as well. After an ackwardly long moment of silence he spoke in a whisper, "dus you hear? da m'ster call." He repeated his again only a breathe louder.

Suddenly he snapped his head back, his eyes open wide, he spoke loudly, "da m'ster calls... me!"

(o.o.c. I drop mind block and use invisible haze. based on the guards reaction, if it works I'll haul butt down the corridor, if not there will be other outcomes.)

[Game Master]

"By the GODS!" (OOC: Rolled a 1 ) The guard stood quickly, his stool clattering to the ground behind him. "Corporal! CORPORAL!" the guard outside opened the door. "YES SIR!?" (ooc: ALSO a 1 )

"THAT LITTLE CREATURE DISAPPEARED!" he shouted.

"Pardon?"

"BAR THE DOOR. THERE IS MAGIC A FOOT. HELP ME SEARCH FOR HIM! HE MAY STILL BE HERE."

The second guard came in and bared the door behind him. Both took off at a jog down the corridor taking the torch with them. The 'desk' guard continued to talk as they went. "He went on about his master hurting him and then disappeared as if his master summoned him with magic or some other wickedness."

"We don't have a resident magician do we sir?"

"Exactly. I think he is still here."

[sfliegel]

(Feet don't fail me now) Doon made a break for it, jogging down the hall as soon as he saw the expression on the guard's face. When he heard the exchange, he couldn't believe their reactions. The time for sublety is over. He would have to do this fast and get out of this dungeon before it became his new home.

Doon poured on the speed and ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. He would have to find his target fast and get this over with. Now where would they hide a psychic elf?

[Game Master]

The difficulty with dungeons, Doon surmised was that they all looked the same. Row upon row of cells flanking a narrow corridor. Their was a good aspect however. Dungeon...Masters, for lack of a better term, always hid their prize prisoners in the same location. The deepest, darkest hole in the place. With that in mind Doon quickly took the next set of stairs he came upon, and the next, and the next, and the next after that. This last stairway opened up into a small chamber with but, four cells in it. Each was identical and enclosed by a large oak door fortified with iron bands. The hinges were recessed into the stone wall and completely unaccessible. The latches of each were locked with intricate and sturdy locks. A small window, maybe six inches by six inches was set five and a half feet from the bottom of the doors, perfect hight for humans and elves to look through. Currently 3 of the 4 windows were shuttered closed.

[sfliegel]

Doon paused and listened to the staircase behind for the sounds of his pursuers. Once he felt he had a few moments he put up his mental defenses. If this elf is half as dangerous as his warnings had indicated, he would need to keep his defenses up.

Walking slowly and stepping lightly, he moved from door to door and listened for the sounds of life. Damned humans putting these windows so high. Standing just over four foot, Doon will need to determine which are occupied, then try to look through the window to find his target. He closed his eyes and listened to the first door.

[Game Master]

The halfling strained to hear soft moaning from within.

[sfliegel]

Moaning? It seemed odd that such an important prisoner would be suffering, yet. Doon looked for something he could use to climb up to the window. He didn't want to risk dropping his mental block yet until he found his target.

[Game Master]

Doon had seen a stool, but it was one flight up and down a passage. It took more time then he would have liked, but he had few options if he wanted to stay protected. Dragging the stool down to the group of cells he used it to reach the small window. Inside there was no light. He could make out a shadow of a form off in the far corner. The moaning became louder, but the prisoner seemed otherwise unaffected.

[sfliegel]

Moaning..., that just didn't sound like a special guest of the house sort of thing. Leaning toward the next door he heard the sound of...., pacing? Pacing implies impatient waiting. If he's being made to wait for debriefing he's arrogance would lead him to pacing.

He grabbed the stool and moved it close to the door containing the pacing sounds, climbing up he slid the visor open with authority. Quickly he tried to gather enough information about the person's ID before even a word was spoken, hoping the element of surprise would buy him a split second to assess this situation.

[Game Master]

The halfling didn't even have to see the man to know it was his prey. As soon as he peered in the occupants head turned to eye him. Doon could feel the mental probe as easily as most people could feel the wind on their skin. Doon's block was up of course denying the psychic access to his mind.

[sfliegel]

"You mus be dat dirty elf thief. Master say 'ol Boggin to feed you 'fore meetin'." Doon snarled at the elf with a look of distrust and loathing. "Stay were ya are ya thief so I can bring in ya meal!" With that Doon pointed a finger to the elf as though to further enforce his command. He knew that most mental powers required being able to either see or touch the target. He also knew that he would have to act fast to kill both his target and this Boggin nonsense.

Doon focused his mind on the elf in his cell. He fumbled with the lock to continue the disguise a moment longer. In a flash he dropped his mental block and loaded up his mind bolt to silence this jail bird once and for all. With great intensity he pushed hard with his mind meaning to kill this elf before his tongue could betray any secrets.

[sfliegel]

Doon stared for a long breathless moment but the elf never moved from the spot where he fell. He took out his magic notebook and scratched the word 'Done' onto the first page. That was the easy part though. Getting out might prove move difficult. Doon dusted himself off, straightened his clothes and ran his fingers through his hair to give himself a more normal appearance.

Quickly but carefully Doon ascended the steps moving gingerly so as to make little noise. He stopped at each level and listened intensely before continuing on to the next. Those guards were roaming around here somewhere. Just to be careful Doon decided to try to vanish (invisible haze) in the event he should cross paths with the guards. Since they were only doing their jobs, he didn't wish to harm them if he could help it.