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Molriir barely noticed the tiny prick from the needle.  Minos was a captivating man and had enthralled the dwarf simply with his presence.  He was speaking in a calming manner now, the picture of sophisticated hospitality.  Except the restraints confining Molriir to his pleasantly cushy bed.  Minos had assured him it was 'merely a precaution for both of their safety'. "I am a man of action, Molriir.  Thusly I will 'cut to the chase'. "Many of the individuals who volunteered to assist with my testing were not as noble minded as yourself.  They escaped, wounding and even killing a number of my men."  Minos had gotten up to stare out the windo

For the daring protagonist: The Once Over Name: Catherine 'Kate' Meyers Age: 27 Gender: Female Height: 5' 6" or so Weight: 130 Build: Not overly athletic, but healthy. Hair: Short, wavy and dark. Facial Details:  She's got dark, but expressive, eyes.  She has a well boned, slightly regal facial structure. Clothing Style:  Kate dresses casual and relaxed, but not disheveled.  She generally wears jeans and a light blouse.  She wears pretty much any color, but loves bright, somewhat tropical colors the best.  She's delighted by hot pink, turquoise, and oranges of all sorts. Points of Interest:  Kate has a healthy glow about her yea

Sam's hand was poised inches from the door when it opened.  He tried to grin broadly but was overtaken by confusion when he saw the man draped over Kate's shoulders.  "Ummm." "Oh good.  I was wondering how the hell I was going to get him to the car.  Take the other arm, hon." He did so with a quickness and the three made their way to the stairs.  "So what's going on?" "Well,"  there was a familiar smile in Kate's words,  "he's possessed." "Ah, is that all." "He's okay for right now.  I used a sort of sleeping spell thing on him.  He should be out for awhile." Sam was panting heavily.  Kate was living on the fifth floor at the moment and

It was almost too easy.  If this place really was as otherworldly as it seemed, it should probably have better guards.  Or maybe they should have taken her weapons. Her fathers voice started buzzing in her ear.  It told her she was being boastful, and that such talk would likely be her undoing.  She sighed, and looked down the seemingly endless corridors to her left and right.  It was true, of course.  She was hopelessly lost and eventually she'd also be hopelessly outnumbered.  She pulled the odd metal ball out of the makeshift pouch she'd made from part of her dress.  She could always ask Apollo for help.  But the thought passed quickly.  

Audition "Oh my!," Lady Blackmore was blinking furiously and fanning herself, "you must the young woman I've heard so much about." Shenrien smiled brightly and mused about the draftiness of the dining room, which she'd never really noticed before.  Simon grinned as well.  He didn't bother to look at his bride, but focused completely on his honored guest.  Poor woman had never seen an Elum before, and Shenrien was a classic example of native beauty.   "Yes," Simon commented with the air of an expert, "the Elum are a primitive people, but they have their charms.  Notice the beading about the

Project Minotaur Character Sheet Shenrien Rainwarden Iri Collected by Apollo Background  Shenrien grew up in deep, 'undiscovered' swampland along with her tribe, the Elum.  They were a 'primitive people' (a phrase that would become all to familiar to her) and her formative years were not what anyone would call particularly easy.  Generations of inter tribal warfare and an unforgiving environment had honed them to a dagger's edge.  Shenrien was one of the best hunters in the tribe.  She learned quickly how to handle a blade and stalk prey, though she paid considerably less attention to the wise ones when it came to matters of herbalism an