11-12-2017, 10:37 PM
Brooke groaned as her eyes slowly opened. One second she’d been on the city streets dealing with her scared companion, and now she was… certainly not on the street.
She was lying on the floor in some dark room, with lit candles in at least five directions. Beyond that small bit of light, she couldn’t see anything in the darkness around her. It was then that she noticed her wrists were bound together with a rope that extended up to the ceiling and was connected to a pulley system. Her jacket, hat, and weapons were nowhere to be seen. Oh, this was not good at all.
The adventurer rocked herself to her knees, and looked down at her wrist bindings. Before she could begin to try and work her way out of them, a small group of individuals in black robes emerged from the shadows, surrounding her.
“Um… hi?” Brooke didn’t know what else to say to this peculiar group. “Look, whatever this is, I’m really not into-”
One of the nefarious goons violently ripped downwards on the rope connected to the opposite side of the pulley. As a result, an involuntary scream escaped Brooke’s mouth as her bound wrists were torn upwards and she was violently dragged to a standing position. Stuck in the middle of this freak show with her arms suspended overhead, she felt true terror, but she refused to let it show. She kept a determined and confident expression, even as she silently tested her bindings.
“Where is the golem?” the apparent leader of her captors demanded in a detached tone.
Brooke recognized that they were talking about Baldur instantly. Who else could it be? If he was raising the hell she had brought him along for, then she had a lot more confidence in her situation.
“They prefer the term Goron, these days,” Brooke sarcastically corrected the man. “Try not to be so insensitive.”
Another involuntary scream erupted from her lungs when the ringleader of this troupe of terror punched her in the gut, and she was unable to bring her arms down to defend herself, or even grasp her stomach to help soothe the pain. She lost her footing for a second, but the pain from hanging by her arms quickly got her to stand back up to relieve some of the pressure. She coughed and shook her head. With fire in her eyes, she glared at her apparent interrogator. She needed to find some sort of advantage if she was going to get out of this mess, and quickly.
The stairs rattled, and yet another robed individual barged into the circle. He certainly took some of the creepiness from the whole procession, with his panicked urgency. The others turned to him, as did their prisoner. Brooke prayed this was something she could utilize to her advantage.
“The rock monster!” the new arrival shouted, his voice echoing through the mostly empty room. “He’s loose, and causing chaos in the town!”
“What?” the interrogator asked, turning to face the news bearer.
“You’re gonna get it now,” Brooke snickered, finding humor despite her predicament. After all, what were the odds that these primitive cultists new anything about dealing with a rampaging, frightened Goron?
“Silence!” the ringleader shouted, punching Brooke in the gut again to emphasize his point. She recoiled and struggled to collect herself. While she swung on her toes and tried to pull herself together again, the man turned his back to her to issue orders to the crowd. “Go. Help contain it. I will prepare the woman, and we will sacrifice them both at the same time.”
His orders were clearly received and well respected. There was not a drop of protest as the crowd stormed out of the room, leaving just the leader and his helpless prisoner. The man chuckled just a little bit. These two adventurers had no idea what they’d encountered when they crossed into this village. But every clueless individual that made it this far into the Moors had to understand that this was the price to pay. They had captured one, and no individual could stop their group’s power. Not this close to the Black Gate.
Suddenly Brooke’s legs wrapped around the leader’s neck. He grabbed her knees with his hands, but could already feel the air draining from his lungs within her grasp. He did all he could to pull away, but behind him Brooke was focusing all her strength into strangling the man in this admittedly unconventional manner. The strain on her arms was painful, but she was getting some relief by shifting her weight onto the man she was choking. Luckily, that was a win-win situation for her.
With a last ditch, desperate display of strength the leader pried Brooke’s legs off his neck and threw her backwards. While he hunched over and grasped his neck to catch his breath, Brooke was stopped by the ropes that bound her wrists. Just as quickly as she was launched backwards, swung right back at her opponent. She swung her right leg up as she approach and placed a powerful kick, assisted by inertia, into the man’s head.
When the man was thrown backwards, Brooke instantly began struggling with her wrist bindings with a vigor she didn’t know she was capable of. Luckily, they hadn’t secured her too well, and she dropped to the floor after a little bit of effort.
The head cultist began to climb to his feet, but Brooke had bounced to hers even quicker. She knew her boots carried a much heavier punch than her bare fists, so she stepped into the strongest kick she could muster, sending the man back to the floor in a disoriented heap.
The blonde adventurer scanned the dark room for just a second, confirming that they were really the only two people present. She couldn’t be completely sure in the darkness, but she felt confident enough with the lack of what she saw and heard to move in. She grabbed the man by his collar, taking full control of the situation and capitalizing on the reversal of power.
A snarl appeared across the girl’s face as she began her own interrogation. “Tell me, right now, what the hell is- you’re unconscious.”
Disappointed, Brooke dropped the the body to the ground, and decided not to waste any time trying to rouse him. Any questions she had were pretty irrelevant anyway. She didn’t know much about this place, but she knew what she was here for and the way back out. That was enough. She ran through the darkness towards where she had heard the others descend and ascend the stairs. She found the exit to this creepy basement, along with her discarded gear in a haphazard pile.
After taking a second to re-equip herself, Brooke ran up the stairs with her revolver in hand. She flung the exit door open to see two robed cultists standing in the room before her. Without a second of hesitation she raised her firearm and dropped the men with well placed shots into their chests.
She was back to full swing, and now she just had to find Baldur. If he was making all of the commotion he was known for, it wouldn’t be hard. Screams reached her ears from outside the building, and that was enough of a clue for her. She ran into the streets in full sprint.
She was lying on the floor in some dark room, with lit candles in at least five directions. Beyond that small bit of light, she couldn’t see anything in the darkness around her. It was then that she noticed her wrists were bound together with a rope that extended up to the ceiling and was connected to a pulley system. Her jacket, hat, and weapons were nowhere to be seen. Oh, this was not good at all.
The adventurer rocked herself to her knees, and looked down at her wrist bindings. Before she could begin to try and work her way out of them, a small group of individuals in black robes emerged from the shadows, surrounding her.
“Um… hi?” Brooke didn’t know what else to say to this peculiar group. “Look, whatever this is, I’m really not into-”
One of the nefarious goons violently ripped downwards on the rope connected to the opposite side of the pulley. As a result, an involuntary scream escaped Brooke’s mouth as her bound wrists were torn upwards and she was violently dragged to a standing position. Stuck in the middle of this freak show with her arms suspended overhead, she felt true terror, but she refused to let it show. She kept a determined and confident expression, even as she silently tested her bindings.
“Where is the golem?” the apparent leader of her captors demanded in a detached tone.
Brooke recognized that they were talking about Baldur instantly. Who else could it be? If he was raising the hell she had brought him along for, then she had a lot more confidence in her situation.
“They prefer the term Goron, these days,” Brooke sarcastically corrected the man. “Try not to be so insensitive.”
Another involuntary scream erupted from her lungs when the ringleader of this troupe of terror punched her in the gut, and she was unable to bring her arms down to defend herself, or even grasp her stomach to help soothe the pain. She lost her footing for a second, but the pain from hanging by her arms quickly got her to stand back up to relieve some of the pressure. She coughed and shook her head. With fire in her eyes, she glared at her apparent interrogator. She needed to find some sort of advantage if she was going to get out of this mess, and quickly.
The stairs rattled, and yet another robed individual barged into the circle. He certainly took some of the creepiness from the whole procession, with his panicked urgency. The others turned to him, as did their prisoner. Brooke prayed this was something she could utilize to her advantage.
“The rock monster!” the new arrival shouted, his voice echoing through the mostly empty room. “He’s loose, and causing chaos in the town!”
“What?” the interrogator asked, turning to face the news bearer.
“You’re gonna get it now,” Brooke snickered, finding humor despite her predicament. After all, what were the odds that these primitive cultists new anything about dealing with a rampaging, frightened Goron?
“Silence!” the ringleader shouted, punching Brooke in the gut again to emphasize his point. She recoiled and struggled to collect herself. While she swung on her toes and tried to pull herself together again, the man turned his back to her to issue orders to the crowd. “Go. Help contain it. I will prepare the woman, and we will sacrifice them both at the same time.”
His orders were clearly received and well respected. There was not a drop of protest as the crowd stormed out of the room, leaving just the leader and his helpless prisoner. The man chuckled just a little bit. These two adventurers had no idea what they’d encountered when they crossed into this village. But every clueless individual that made it this far into the Moors had to understand that this was the price to pay. They had captured one, and no individual could stop their group’s power. Not this close to the Black Gate.
Suddenly Brooke’s legs wrapped around the leader’s neck. He grabbed her knees with his hands, but could already feel the air draining from his lungs within her grasp. He did all he could to pull away, but behind him Brooke was focusing all her strength into strangling the man in this admittedly unconventional manner. The strain on her arms was painful, but she was getting some relief by shifting her weight onto the man she was choking. Luckily, that was a win-win situation for her.
With a last ditch, desperate display of strength the leader pried Brooke’s legs off his neck and threw her backwards. While he hunched over and grasped his neck to catch his breath, Brooke was stopped by the ropes that bound her wrists. Just as quickly as she was launched backwards, swung right back at her opponent. She swung her right leg up as she approach and placed a powerful kick, assisted by inertia, into the man’s head.
When the man was thrown backwards, Brooke instantly began struggling with her wrist bindings with a vigor she didn’t know she was capable of. Luckily, they hadn’t secured her too well, and she dropped to the floor after a little bit of effort.
The head cultist began to climb to his feet, but Brooke had bounced to hers even quicker. She knew her boots carried a much heavier punch than her bare fists, so she stepped into the strongest kick she could muster, sending the man back to the floor in a disoriented heap.
The blonde adventurer scanned the dark room for just a second, confirming that they were really the only two people present. She couldn’t be completely sure in the darkness, but she felt confident enough with the lack of what she saw and heard to move in. She grabbed the man by his collar, taking full control of the situation and capitalizing on the reversal of power.
A snarl appeared across the girl’s face as she began her own interrogation. “Tell me, right now, what the hell is- you’re unconscious.”
Disappointed, Brooke dropped the the body to the ground, and decided not to waste any time trying to rouse him. Any questions she had were pretty irrelevant anyway. She didn’t know much about this place, but she knew what she was here for and the way back out. That was enough. She ran through the darkness towards where she had heard the others descend and ascend the stairs. She found the exit to this creepy basement, along with her discarded gear in a haphazard pile.
After taking a second to re-equip herself, Brooke ran up the stairs with her revolver in hand. She flung the exit door open to see two robed cultists standing in the room before her. Without a second of hesitation she raised her firearm and dropped the men with well placed shots into their chests.
She was back to full swing, and now she just had to find Baldur. If he was making all of the commotion he was known for, it wouldn’t be hard. Screams reached her ears from outside the building, and that was enough of a clue for her. She ran into the streets in full sprint.