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Mrlgh, there's - fuzz on Sherral's face. A kind of cloying, drying fuzz that clings even to dry skin.

As Sherral opens his eyes, he sees that it's woollen yarn, in bright pink and orange, from the suspiciously snug floor where he's sprawled beneath a cheerful woollen lamp with a knitted lightbulb inside.

This is not what he was expecting. A room full of yarn - a quick glance around confirms that everything seems to be either covered in or made of wool, checkered in various coloured patterns. A knitted puppet the size of a man stares at him from one of corner - is never really expected.

"Faram's balls," he growls.

Date: 2014-01-09 07:46 pm (UTC)
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"That does sound impractical to me," Eric replies breezily. "But that is magic for you. No, give me a good sword any day."

They are definitely closer now to the door.

Date: 2014-01-09 08:06 pm (UTC)
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"But then you do magic to it. I just fail to see the point."

Date: 2014-01-09 09:25 pm (UTC)
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"You do realise that your body is getting quite cold?" Eric asks, conversationally.

Of course, he doesn't really care what happens to the man. He does care about making an impression that might prove - beneficial.

That, and he can respect a good warrior.

Date: 2014-01-09 09:33 pm (UTC)
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"It makes your blood sluggish," Eric adds. "That's no good."

Date: 2014-01-09 09:54 pm (UTC)
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"That is because only one of us is a vampire," Eric retorts.

Date: 2014-01-10 05:16 am (UTC)
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"And now it has addeld your brain," Eric says, mildly.

Date: 2014-01-10 11:59 am (UTC)
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"One would be well advised to remember that folk encountered here may differ vastly from one's own world," Eric replies. Blandly.

And then they reach the door.

It's big. Heavy. And locked.

Date: 2014-01-10 01:20 pm (UTC)
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"Are you not going to magic it away?" Eric asks, sarcastically, as he watches, arms folded across his chest.

Date: 2014-01-10 02:15 pm (UTC)
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"Stand back a little," Eric says, before throwing himself at the door.

Thud!

Date: 2014-01-10 02:22 pm (UTC)
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Eric shakes his head.

"I felt it move, " he says. And then he tries again. Hurling himself quickly at the door from a number of directions, faster than the eye can see.

Date: 2014-01-10 03:02 pm (UTC)
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Eric becomes an even wilder blur of motion and then the door slams open, as the wind roars and pushes them through, onto rocky ground.

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