~Melusine groggily opens her eyes and finds herself in a chilly, dank, high-ceilinged cell of about four metres squared. She bolts upstraight and to her dismay finds she is collared and cuffed... Using her strong telepathic bond with Lord Thought she tries to send out a warning to him, but somehow, she cannot reach him. It is as if the bond is somehow clogged or distorted by an unknown device. She deduces that it must be the collar that is blocking any telepathic communication.
As her eyes slowly adjust to the half-light in the cell, Melusine finds that luckily, she is not bolted to the floor by any chains, so she gingerly gets up, still unstable on her legs, and examines the room. There is nothing much to see...the steel door seems solid enough, and the walls are made of rough stone. High up in the wall, there is a small window with bars in front. Melusine's wings are not bound, and she flies up and peers through the dirty glass, leaning on the window pane. There is not much to see, the glass is too dirty..... but then, as she looks down at her hands, she notices a strange blot on her left hand...it is... a strange picture of some kind. She rubs, but it won't come off... Puzzled, she flaps down to sit on the ground, waiting for something to happen.~
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Melusine, High Queen of Fluffies, Archbabe of the OHF, the LH,
the HADB and the SPAE(Society for the
Prevention of Acronym Extinction) &
Official Entertainer Elf of the BG2 Bar
Your voice is ambrosia