Post by Ghrym Scheetghed on Sept 22, 2013 23:53:38 GMT -8
After begrudgingly taking the elf out of the Underworld, because some person who was there but not there kind told them all to leave, It was even Ghrym that remembered him. Saving him from where he was hidden under some dead zombies in a corner, and even leaving that gold bowl in the other room, Ghrym tied up the chest and the Magistrates assistant before making an excellent cradle harness for them both to ride up on. The extra weight might have made some parts tender, but no permanent damage would ensue. Everyone heading off to Elian and Ghrym's newly built house/estate, Ghrym goes back after a few feet and drags Firamasa, still in the grips of unconsciousness all the way to the house, maybe running him over some large rocks along the way.
Once at the house Ghrym gently takes the Elf downstairs into the basement. In the basement one of the few special requests for the house was a cell, low and behold there were two built. What a great surprise and behind a second set of doors as well, even better than what was asked for. Well worth letting the designers do their work.
Putting the Elf in his own little cell on the bed and covering him up. Making sure he has water for when he wakes up even. Talking softly to the unresponsive Elf. "This is your room. I hope you like it." Collecting all his belongings and taking them to put in a chest all by themselves even with a scrawled note: Pointy ear ouchie fire starting bad persons' stuff.
Once at the house Ghrym gently takes the Elf downstairs into the basement. In the basement one of the few special requests for the house was a cell, low and behold there were two built. What a great surprise and behind a second set of doors as well, even better than what was asked for. Well worth letting the designers do their work.
Putting the Elf in his own little cell on the bed and covering him up. Making sure he has water for when he wakes up even. Talking softly to the unresponsive Elf. "This is your room. I hope you like it." Collecting all his belongings and taking them to put in a chest all by themselves even with a scrawled note: Pointy ear ouchie fire starting bad persons' stuff.