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Sazerok, Tinder, Eric: Trico slams a hard fist against the invisible wall.
"I'm getting out of here one way or another. Don't need to hear that clock sound again." Grumbling and ignoring the others who have now joined him in the hall, Trico heads to the set of oak doors adjacent to the large clock. As he approaches Trico takes another emphatic swing with his heavy flail into the center of the clock. Without waiting for anything else he heads through the set of doors.
Eric: Content with his effort against the clock, Trico takes a closer look around the room. Noticing the barred doors that seem to go out of this forsaken building, he heads in that direction to free the bar and walk out into the night.
Eric: Trico lets out a howl of mixed fear and rage. He pulls out his heavy flail and swings wildly into the grandfather clock.
"Whatever I'm over this. I don't care what's going on. This was an awful way to wake up and you all have fun with your purpose and stories without me." Trico gets up and heads to the exit. Screw this, I'm getting food.
Finally feeling control over his actions again, Trico shakes the stick man from his back. He eyes the hobgoblin cautiously. Apparently I'm not the toughest son of a b$#&# in this crowd. Better slow down on trying to throw my weight around. But I guess this could be a job opportunity too. "What do the Grindle Street Shades have to do with this courthouse? I'm Trico. I don't know who these other fools are but if you need a steady, and heavy, hand, I'd be willing to offer my services to you Malgrim."
G*$ d@+n fantastic, I don't know what the hell is going on and now I can't move to smack this dumb stick person off my back. It's definitely time to start hurting people.
"Where the f&*~ am I? How the f##~ did I get here? And who are you m&&+@#~$+&~@s?"
I'm in |
