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Loy Watertrot, tied to a pole, is told of a plan to escape by his fellow captive and friend Glain
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On that night, Loy was strapped to a pole with his arms and legs tied behind it. It was simply torture, but it sure was effective. His limbs went numb and he looked into the night sky, wondering if he would just pass away in the night. Better to pass than to live like this. I miss ya mum. He thought to himself. His father had taught him well, on many things, but he couldn’t use it in such weakness. Gandal didn’t need a lot of chain or ropes to keep his slaves in line, he used starvation and exhaustion. He had tried to escape, seek out his father’s friend Borbon for help. Yet his mind was only on one thing. Damn Gandal. I am going to kill that rat, one way or the other! I’ll avenge us all pa! I wish you could hear me. Loy knew it was going to be a restless night, as the pole didn’t exactly let him sleep, as he waited for exhaustion to ultimately overcome him.
However, a scurrying nearby kept him awake. From out of the brush, a mouse and slave of the horde approached, with a small ladle in his paws. Loy gave a weak smile as his friend Glain approached him.
“Ya shouldn’t let that wretched ferret get ya like that.” Glain commented, holding up the ladle to Loy’s mouth. The otter weakly sipped the water from it and gave a pained gulp. “I hope you brought some sharp rocks, Glain. If I could, I would be bounding out of here!”
“Couldn’t even get me paws on anything! Besides, we wouldn’t have gotten far with those sentries.” Glain looked beyond the trees of Mossflower, as a small patrol of vermin was soon passing by. He would have to leave his friend soon, as Glain came up with a plan. “I don’t wanna see ya die out here, Loy. I gots a plan, but ya may not like it?”
“I already don’t like the sound of it, so ask away.”
Glain came close and hide behind the pole, the distant patrol was still circling the camp. “I gots a plan to escape, Loy. It’ll be tricky, but there be a path, right out the north side! But ya gotta play along an’ get down from that pole! Tell Gandal what he wants to hear, an’ we can make it out in less than fortnight!”
“Ya certain? The inland lake be swarmin with more than just Gandal’s minions.”
“Ya, but ya gotta let Gandal hear what he wants to hear and give him no trouble, until we are all good and clear.”
The otter nodded “I’m in. So what I gotta say to him.”
The mouse shrugged “Tell him he gotta pretty face and his swings his sword like a murderin slaver he is, I don’t know. I don’t talk to vermin very much, even when surrounded by em”
The otter stood there and listened as his mouse friend disappeared back into the underbrush. Once I am down from this pole, Gandal will rue the day he was born. I get him for you pa! I swear it!
Loy Watertrot, tied to a pole, is told of a plan to escape by his fellow captive and friend Glain
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On that night, Loy was strapped to a pole with his arms and legs tied behind it. It was simply torture, but it sure was effective. His limbs went numb and he looked into the night sky, wondering if he would just pass away in the night. Better to pass than to live like this. I miss ya mum. He thought to himself. His father had taught him well, on many things, but he couldn’t use it in such weakness. Gandal didn’t need a lot of chain or ropes to keep his slaves in line, he used starvation and exhaustion. He had tried to escape, seek out his father’s friend Borbon for help. Yet his mind was only on one thing. Damn Gandal. I am going to kill that rat, one way or the other! I’ll avenge us all pa! I wish you could hear me. Loy knew it was going to be a restless night, as the pole didn’t exactly let him sleep, as he waited for exhaustion to ultimately overcome him.
However, a scurrying nearby kept him awake. From out of the brush, a mouse and slave of the horde approached, with a small ladle in his paws. Loy gave a weak smile as his friend Glain approached him.
“Ya shouldn’t let that wretched ferret get ya like that.” Glain commented, holding up the ladle to Loy’s mouth. The otter weakly sipped the water from it and gave a pained gulp. “I hope you brought some sharp rocks, Glain. If I could, I would be bounding out of here!”
“Couldn’t even get me paws on anything! Besides, we wouldn’t have gotten far with those sentries.” Glain looked beyond the trees of Mossflower, as a small patrol of vermin was soon passing by. He would have to leave his friend soon, as Glain came up with a plan. “I don’t wanna see ya die out here, Loy. I gots a plan, but ya may not like it?”
“I already don’t like the sound of it, so ask away.”
Glain came close and hide behind the pole, the distant patrol was still circling the camp. “I gots a plan to escape, Loy. It’ll be tricky, but there be a path, right out the north side! But ya gotta play along an’ get down from that pole! Tell Gandal what he wants to hear, an’ we can make it out in less than fortnight!”
“Ya certain? The inland lake be swarmin with more than just Gandal’s minions.”
“Ya, but ya gotta let Gandal hear what he wants to hear and give him no trouble, until we are all good and clear.”
The otter nodded “I’m in. So what I gotta say to him.”
The mouse shrugged “Tell him he gotta pretty face and his swings his sword like a murderin slaver he is, I don’t know. I don’t talk to vermin very much, even when surrounded by em”
The otter stood there and listened as his mouse friend disappeared back into the underbrush. Once I am down from this pole, Gandal will rue the day he was born. I get him for you pa! I swear it!
Category All / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 2203 x 1656px
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