Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151220235326/@comment-3293219-20151230201640

"I'll think about it..." Talin replied, though he already had and he'd long since decided against it.

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Agatha stirred in her corner of the shack, kicking her legs along the floor a little as her eyes lazily opened. Immediately she began to feel weird, her mind was cloudy and she felt an aching in her muscles.

The Breton pulled her hand up to her head, gently rubbing it with an irritated sigh. Immediately she felt a slight irritation on her cheek, prompting her to pull her hand away and look at it, there she immediately noticed the source of the problem... the leather wrist strap on her left arm.

Agatha looked at it curiously, narrowing her eyes before widening them as she noticed that the wrist guard was enchanted. Her heart started thumping as she realised what it must be, a sort of shackle that drained the strength and intelligence of its wearer, usually used on slaves and sometimes on criminals, depending on what province you're in.

She quickly looked up and noticed that she was in a small shack, with nothing but a torch to light it up and a few pieces of furniture, chairs, tables, counter tops... the usual. Although, one thing in particular caught her eye...

''The door! ''

Agatha immediately jumped to her feet, sprinting across the room as quickly as she could. However, she only got a few steps away from her alocated corner before she heard a 'chink' and her left ankle jerked back, sending her straight to the floor with a thud and an 'oof.'

It would seem that their captors had had the bright idea to chain them to the wall as well...