Snippet #1790492

" ...and last time I checked, your the best Mage we got."


"Pity." The one Oan refered to as Elminster quirked another eyebrow at him.

"Your honeyed tongue could charm some life back into the dead, Ghost, if you had bothered to learn how." He commented non-chalantly at Oan, sometimes the things he said made little sense, if none at all. But the way he says it, as if such things were possible, makes one wonder.


"Hmm ..." He seemed to wallow in his thoughts for abit, cross-armed and rubbing the bottom of his chin, no doubt contemplating more than anyone else would imagine.


" ...Then I'll need two of your brightest people. They will be my assistants." Drawing the attention of the jock horde was easy enough for someone like him, it was holding them down long enough for the other LARPers to get into the History Wing undetected, that needed a little more muscle.


"And one of the prisoners."

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Elminster entered the hall where they had put the captured jocks. Bound with twine to the railings and gagged, each of them stared with murderous intent at the LARPers that held them hostage. But not for long, as the one they called Elminster approached the trio.


"Which one of you is the healthiest?"

Sure, they couldn't answer as they had socks stuffed into their mouths, so he watched which one struggled most.

"Ahh, you then." He had found his choice.k


He reached over and covered one of the jock's face with his gloved hand, seemingly concentrating as the stench of a foul smoke wafted through the air. The boy struggled in panic, terrified at what he was experiencing but only for a few seconds -before his eyelids fell heavily, unconcious but still breathing. The LARPwright immediately grabbed hold of the jock's collar and began dragging him away from the group, towards the spiral staircase that led up to the Laboratories where he once hid himself for three days after all this madness had began.

It had become his lair of sorts, no one else has entered the place since.


"I'll meet you at the History Wing in thirty minutes," He paused and turned looking sideways, glancing behind only ever so slightly. " ...the water cooler just before the barricades the jocks built." Before returning to drag the boy slowly to what horrors that befell him.