- Markshire PCs:
She kept throwinâ€™ darkness spells behind her, makinâ€™ it difficult for me to see and early on, I stepped into a big empty flower pot made out oâ€™ iron, what somebody left out, and my foot got wedged tight in it!
It wasnâ€™t no picnic tryinâ€™ to follow her through that inky blackness she kept placing in front oâ€™ me but I managed to catch a glimpse oâ€™ her here and there, and I ran like the wind, clankinâ€™ and clunkinâ€™ along with my foot still jammed into the damn flower pot and managed to gradually close the distance between us!
Iâ€™ll tell you, if you’re really determined to catch someone, you can make a fair job oâ€™ it even if you have a big iron flower pot stuck on to yer foot!
I finally got close enough to give her a good whack on the back with my falchion. I used the flat part oâ€™ my blade, thinkinâ€™ sheâ€™d be worth a lot more alive than dead, ya know? I could see myself now, me pockets stuffed full oâ€™ coin, lookinâ€™ through rack after rack oâ€™ gowns in Anastasiaâ€™s fine Apparel, an up-scale clothing shop just down a block or two from where I was standinâ€™!
Well anyways, down she went but she ainâ€™t stopped wigglinâ€™ and it was annoyinâ€™ me so I give her another hard wallop, she whimpered a little and then she lay still. Then I stomped hard on her fingers with the flower pot, squooshinâ€™ â€˜em good so sheâ€™d not be shootinâ€™ anymore spells out oâ€™ them at nobody.
I had a bunch oâ€™ rope in me pack and I used some oâ€™ it to bind her hands and feet, makinâ€™ a nice neat bundle oâ€™ her! I wrapped what was left oâ€™ my rope around a lamp post and tied a huge knot in it thinkinâ€™ if she had a mind to go anywhere, sheâ€™d be havinâ€™ to take the lamp post along with her!
Sun-Ok and Belfron had fallen behind in the chase â€˜cause Bel donâ€™t run so fast and couldnâ€™t keep up. Sunny decided to stay with him, makinâ€™ sure he didnâ€™t take a wrong turn and get himself lost, you know? The both oâ€™ them came along soon enough and the three oâ€™ us just stood there staringâ€™ at our captive, wonderinâ€™ what the hel we should do next.
The lot oâ€™ us was curious â€˜bout what she looked like, so straight off, we decided to remove her funny lookinâ€™ helm what had the broom stickinâ€™ outta the top oâ€™ it. Well Odinâ€™s apples, was that helm stuck on tight!
Belfron got a good grip on it by curlinâ€™ his fingers under the lip what came out from both sides. Then I wrapped my arms â€˜round Belâ€™s waist and Sunny got hold oâ€™ my foot what had the flower pot attached to it. The three oâ€™ us yanked and tugged and struggled so hard we actually bent the lamp post Iâ€™d tied her to!
Finally we popped it off, the three oâ€™ us tumblinâ€™ backward, end over end windinâ€™ up in a heap, with our arms and legs all tangled up with each other, and Sun-Ok clinginâ€™ to the flower pot what had also come off oâ€™ my foot in the process!
We sorted ourselves out and made our way over to where our prisoner lay, anxious to have a look at her. There she was, stretched out before us! Finally un-masked for all to see! The malevolent Stonemark Strangler!
And, oh geez! . . . It was Vala!