by Drogoth on Fri, 12 Dec 2008, 16:40
((oye, is everyone sick lately?))
"Obviously a morning person." Tremain mumbled as he set the last trap. A simple charm made to "summon" a forest animal into it.
Tremain stood, a hand on his sore back. Sleeping on the ground did not suit him as well as the mendicant. He hated waking up feeling dirty and disheveled without a bath in sight. With any luck it wouldn't take them long to reach civilization again.
Lazaka made no small disturbance as she thrashed about in the tent. Something was wrong. She may still be groggy, but she'd remembered going to bed tied up. It wasn't like this though. Her arms were behind her now, restrained at the elbows and wrists like the witch's. A short chain between her wrist and ankle fetters completing the hogtie. To make mattes worse her robe had shifted down during the night, or perhaps been dragged along by the chains. Either way, it no longer protected her body, and the sleeves were now stuck between the elbow and wrist shackles which made it impossible to pull back up.
She heard Nemele call out and froze. She may be in trouble, but she didn't want to be found like this!
"Nnnrrrmmm!" she mrmped despite her best efforts. Her eyes went wide, and then crossed to look at the muzzle that had somehow gotten onto her face. She could feel the cold metal on her, and it seemed to be an extension of her collar. Forming a harness like the kind some biting animal would wear. Sure enough It kept her mouth tightly shut. All she could do was squirm as she heard someone coming closer.