Snippet #2192671

Jennifer was unable to register the presence of Locien as the dark elf slipping through the doors of her cell. Indeed so effective was his sneaking that she didn’t realise anyone was there until his deep voice whispered into her ears, startling her from her slumber. Brought back to life momentarily, her consciousness swam awake. She looked at the dark elf in a daze, feeling groggy as though she'd been drugged. It wasn't just her mind feeling tired now, Jennifer's arms and legs were growing sore from being locked in an unnatural open position, forcing her to rely on the black magic to support her body.

"Hey Warlock, fancy seeing you here, but seeing these other guys you probably don't look so good. Hang on a sec."

Blinking her eyes in an attempt to focus her vision, Jennifer was only able to respond in a delirious fashion. “Come back for more… you rebels?” she slurred every word. Fighting to maintain her thoughts, Jennifer’s chin bobbed up and down over her chest in a hypnotic trance, her eyes closing and opening.

"Eesh, Okay puzzle time. How to get the webs and ugly off ya, I'd think fire but then there's no torch around. I can't create fire, not natural fire at least. Any suggestions?"

Whilst staring at the man’s hard face, outlines of his high cheek bones and hooded brows eventually began to find definition. The picture of his dark complexion framed within the unnatural hue of his long hair formed fully before her almost like something out of a nightmare. It took precious moments before Jennifer realised that the dark figure was actually Locien. Even then her mind was a wreck. Gazing around slowly, it almost seemed impossible for the rambling doll before Locien to be the cocky mage she was known as.

“Locien? Heh,” she managed finally, scoffing hoarsely at the elf. The motion pulled the air out of her lungs, turning her voice into a series of dry rasps. “You…an expert…in magic now?”

Jennifer’s brown eyes flickered to her left and right in regards to the shadowy braces which held her in place. “Unless…you’re...that gas bag... Domieen…these chains ain’t…coming off,” she smirked.