<font color="#66CC99">Scraag HP: 3/3

The light hurt the eyes of the goblin spy, the knight had taken the toys, Larry seemed to have recovered, and the scary knight had taken many others as captives, this would be interesting. Larry will die, Scraag thought, even if I have to strangle the life out of him myself. The master will then reward me. The goblin felt an unusual sensation then, and the sun hurt his eyes less, while the colors before him seemed to wash out and turn sepia. His hearing increased, and he could smell the blood of a squirrel nearby. As his belly rumbled he started stalking off after it, never noticing that his teeth were growing sharper and longer as he stalked his prey.</font>

<font color=white>The scent of blood was picked up by the vampiric shadow bats that inhabited this section of the tower. There were 7 of them, and they moved swiftly through the corridors towards their prey.

Roderik hears the flapping of several wings and a high-pitched shriek, but sees nothing. Afterall, these bats are shadow-bats, so the darkness conceals them perfectly. </font>

OOC>>>The tower is not absouletely pitch dark; there is a faint glow of light that gives just enough light to enable a human's eyes to adjust to the low light and see a small distance. The source of the light is unkown.

How many times can I say "light" in a sentence and get away with it?

Anyway, Roderik...you have the initiative...since you can hear the bats coming. Will you ever escape this nightmare?

(ooc: I hope this'll work)

<font color=lime>Roderik

The screeches of the incoming bats caused the bard's ears to perk up, at least this was a threat he could deal with, he began a bawdy rhyme "Beans, Beans, they're good for the Heart..." and finished it by pulling his finger and unleashing a stinking cloud behind him as he quickened his pace trying to stay ahead of the bats and the vapors.</font>

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<font color=orange>Inquisitor Mrcos of Snowdale - 98/98

"Very well then," the inquisitor spoke. "We shall take him with us as we journey. I will collect my mount and another for Silverfall at the King's Coach establishment. This Andrion shall ride with me for he is in no state to travel on his own strength.
"For the safety of you all, your hands will be bound until we reach our destination. I shall have no sorcery being practiced.
"We will neither go fast nor far, so have no fear of falling behind. Once guilt has been determined beyond reasonable doubt, the innocent are free to go about their buisness, with the heartwarming knowledge their testimonies have been invaluable in bringing a killer to justice.

"This way please."

With that, he lifted Andrion and waited for the others to follow.</font>

<font color=white>For Roderik

Relying on scent direction to steer them to the blood, the bats were momentarily confused by the noxious oder that now penetrated their delicate noses...and they hovered in confusion. </font>

OOC>>>Roderik...you have bought yourself three turns of time. You freak.

<font color=aqua>Larry

Larry was feeling sick to his stomach that he had put his friends in this. They were all now being taken in for questioning, and if they had not been loyal friends, they would not have had to suffer along side him.

Following Marcos, Larry sadly fell in line.

He wondered at what would transpire in the course of this investigation. </font>

<font color=#AAAAA> Silt 80/80

Silt listened to what inquisitor Marc(o:P)s had to say, and supposed he might aswell comply. However he didn't particularly want his hands to be bound, as he knew he could practice no sorcery, he believed in fairness however, so he let it go.

He followed. </font>

<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

Plaxica complied with the Inquisitor's requests as there was no use in not doing so. As they were preparing to leave however he remembered Liam and the female he had captured. With his hands tied together he went over to the Inquisitor.

"What about Liam and his opponent? Shouldn't they come too? Seeing that they might be able to add some more information for the understanding of the situation."</font>

OOC: I'll take that as a compliment :D

IC: <font color=lime>Roderik hp:5

The bats had reached his trap, chuckling to himself he continued to flee, confident that they wouldn't be going anywhere for a while, as h prepared his next spell, a doozy that would let him slip past the mage undetected ;) </font>

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Vincent Pathfinder 98/98

" <font color=silver> I am not fond of being shackled, but if it clears me of youre spotted eye then so be it. </font color=silver>" gather his thing's he falls in line with the others.