Lanarial does what he has trained to do all of his life...he hides and attacks from the shadows. The first arrow flew true...time for another since that spooky clown doll has not stopped moving yet.
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"Perhaps I can draw them away from the beast. Be ready - I will go to the other side of the window and shoot my splinter-arrows at them. When they come you attack them with your weapons. You too, old lady. No one is safe here tonight!" He says softly to the group. Lanarial will move along past the open window and commence firing intot he puppets.
Lanarial, not to be outdone by the lawn gnome, will follow in the shadows. He won't lead... No - Lanarial has ever been the follower.
"True, true. Hey, you said you ate some bad sausage? Maybe we should just follow our noses to your stinky old lady body! I bet we could even hear your farting all the way up here..." he jibes. Fuurrrmmmppppp!!! Lanarial giggles as he makes the weird noise, imitating a gassy Shi-ru.
"I bet the poor sap who stole your body is looking for you to give it back, old lady!" The sewn mouth of the scary doll almost looks like it is grinning as the harsh words emerge, perhaps softening them to be almost endearing between the young tough and the grandmotherly Shi-ru...
A glimmer of hope begins to burn in Lanarial's heart at Nathaniel's words. Never before had he heard someone offer to selflessly help others, asking nothing in return. No...he was used to others taking what they wanted. If you were too weak to fight or trick the others, then you didn't deserve to have whatever it was. This was something new. Something unexpected. Could it be true? He was almost afraid to believe it. But maybe. Just maybe. Lanarial will see if this is just a clever means to take something he has or use him for this man's own ends; if so, he will be ready for the surprise stab to his back with a little surprise of his own. But if this man is telling the truth...well, he will see...
Once everyone is ready, Lanarial will proceed out of the window and look around. Seeing the connected buildings, he calls out to the others, "Come on. We should check out these buildings for our captors. Let's clear the two to the southwest and then we can check the rest of the ones attached to the east."
"I strike from the shadows and fade away before you realize you are dying. I disappear into the darkness. I survive. For now I survive with others." he says to the old lady, acting tough but softening to her slowly. Although he talks tough, Shi-ru has seen this kind of teen-age bravado before, and knows he still has a chance... "So the rest of you know how we became puppets? How we can return to normal? Is this needle what turns us into this?" he asks, holding up the needle retrieved from Gato. "We can follow the cat out of that window and see if we can find those who did this to us."
Lanarial also approaches the tool box, looking for an item that can be used as a bow and possibly arrows. Using some strong thread (or maybe sinew? hard to tell) and a thin strip of metal he attempts to create a bow. He finds some wood splinters and a few small bird down feathers and creates a handful of makeshift arrows. l l "Yes - there is safety in numbers now when stealth not a choice. We find the truth of our selves and escape from puppet-bodies. But what can you do besides talk about sausage and sweep, Shi-ru?" he asks, turning to the cute little lawn gnome and pointing to the small brush in her hand.
=( sorry about the sick kids! School and parenting is a tough gig!!
Lanarial comes out the box warily, like an animal cautiously testing the area before moving. At the sight of the new puppets he alerts the two others from the box and looks around for a weapon...any weapon...and a place to hide. This silver needle pulled from the cat's tail could work as a small javelin or perhaps like a rapier. If the cat-friend still has it he will instead just try to hide.
"Call me Lanarial. I escaped from the Undergloaming and have been running from the drow slavers. I thought to hide from them in a swirling whiteness in the Overrealm, only to awake like this." he says, holding up his hands at the end. "If you can touch the plane of fire, then perhaps you can touch it and this beast's nose at the same time so we can escape this crate. You say we are possessed, but we may have been poisoned with a mind-altering drug by the drow, so it only seems that we are dolls...we must be cautious lest they remain outside."
"I have no need of light to see...or to know that thing you are folding will not open this box or kill the creature waiting to eat us. Maybe if we roll it up and stick it in its eye..." And of course, as he says it, it occurs to him that maybe rolling up some paper would work to pick the giant lock on the box.
The playbill's picture and words settle into the back of his mind, but he is too engrossed in finding something useful that the meanings are not conciously available...
As long is you don't think of Jack Black in that mask, then I'm OK with it!
But he is not quite ready for what these faces reveal...
Damn my weakness. No matter - the poison will surely wear out soon and then I can escape... Lanarial thinks. The feeling in his limbs seems to be returning, but how can one be sure? He tries again to slip free from his bonds. This time his efforts meet with success and he is able to twist and flex and bend the bindings and his body to find enough of a gap to slip free. Once he gets his hands free, he removes the hood. ALthough he could see perfectly well in the dark, you still can't see through fabric! Lanarial looks around and takes in his surroundings. He is in a box of some sort with two others. No surprises yet...the drow slavers often put their captives in a box for easier transport to the Undergloaming. The question he chews on for a few moments is whether to free the others or attempt his escape on his own. Alone, he had the best chance to slip away unseen. But there was strength in numbers, and he did not know how many slavers were out there. And so he goes about untying the others, whispering, "Quiet now. I will untie you but we must remain silent so the slavers do not realize we are awake and free." And that is when he realizes his hands are not his own, but carved wooden hands stitched to cotton-stuffed arms. What kind of mind-altering drugs did the slavers use on him?!?
Lanarial moved slowly, testing the limits of his bonds with the slightest of motions. He knew he would be severely beaten if the drow slavers knew he was conscious again, so he took care to maintain his façade. He was bound by ropes - not uncommon and certainly nothing to overly be concerned about - and his head was covered - which, of course, made sense as the slavers would want to disorient and instill terror into their captives - but the odd, wooden numbness in his skin was a new sensation. Lanarial had experience with several kinds of poisons, but he could not remember which one produced this effect. Well, once he escaped and killed his captors, he would find out. But first, he must quietly escape his bonds. He then hears others next to him thrash about and struggle against their bonds. "Fools," he thinks. "You will only bring the slavers' barbed whip making that much noise!" But no blows came. There were no harsh curses; no agonizing pain from their weapons. They must be stashed in a cave or box. That was good. He knew he would be able to move more freely now! But the poison was affecting his ability to work the knots, or slip free of the rope. He loathed admitting it, but perhaps he needed the others to escape. "Quiet, fools! The slavers will hear you and beat us all! Here, turn your back towards me and give me your hands - we can help untie each other since the poison is affecting my senses..."
You'll see me in this form first =) Looking forward to playing with you!
Tickle-me Shi-Ru...LOL!!
Here I am, all dolled up and nowhere to go!! Whaddya think? Did I do the conversion right? |