Posts from [GROUP] Feanor and Slırr

Feanor and Slırr awoke in the cart. Feanor was tightly bound. Slırr's wrists and ankles were tied. No weapons were visible nearby, unless they were in that large, locked chest... The only positive thing was that they had clearly received some initial treatment, and the sleep had done them good.
--How did you sleep? -- asked the coachman. It was Cereara herself.

Excellent, thank you,” said Feanor, looking around for something to cut the rope with. “May I ask where you are taking us?”

The sun was blinding, so Sllirr didn't immediately recognize Cerera: - Loa, is that you? Has Sllirr been behaving well?

You've made progress in the quest, albeit not in the most successful way, so I'll give you both 200 experience points.
--Sliirr behaved well and didn't cause any trouble, -- Cerera smirked. -- And I'm taking you to one of my acquaintances; I think you'll be useful to him. He's been conducting experiments on troglodytes for a long time, and he hasn't tried others yet, but I think he'll find this material useful as well.

Might and Will
- No, anything but that! Spare Sllirr! - the goblin began to scream at the top of his lungs, - Anything but that! Save him! Why did they choose Sllirr for the experiments, and not the young ones?! Why do all the nasty mages love Sllirr?!
The news about the "experiments" scared him very much. He immediately remembered his life in captivity with the mage: a cold floor instead of a bed, terrible treatment, a bunch of incomprehensible words, and, most importantly, terrible food!

intelligence and concentration
Trying to get more comfortable in the cart, Feanor leaned his back against a nail. Turning around, he saw the nail: it was rusty and bent, but if he wanted to, he could saw a rope over it. Since Feanor himself couldn't move properly, he pointed to the nail with his eyes, indicating it to Slirr.

Alas, Sllirr was too busy with the screams and pleas for help to notice Fëanor’s hint.

The last of Feanor's chances tumbled overboard from the jostling cart.
--Stop yelling! -- Cerera reprimanded Sleer. -- Or I'll put a gag in your mouth!

Sliirr stopped screaming and started whimpering.

A considerable amount of time passed, and a tall, Gothic tower came into view for the prisoners.

Realizing that escape was not an option, Feanor spent his time comfortably settled in the cart, loudly insulting Ceres in particular and air mages in general, calling them names like "dung-eaters," "idiots," "donkeys," "pithecanthropes," and "Pechenegs."

Cerer responded to him, calling him a corpse-eater, a jacuzzi-lover, and a flea market.
The cart approached the tower at a leisurely pace.
“Peyrama!” she shouted. The name sounded familiar to Sleurru.

Hearing the name, Slıirr immediately remembered his former "master." Memories of the torments he had endured flashed through the goblin's mind, one after another.
- No, don't send Slıirr to the Primate! Anything but that! Slıirr won't do that again!

A young vagrant boy emerged from the tower, not Peiramat.
--Cerera, is that you?
--Yes, it's me. Where is Peiramat?
--He's on the Great Island. He's been there for a long time.
--How? When? Never mind. I just wanted to give him some new material for experiments.
--For experiments? On gravity, or something?
--What gravity?
--Well, I'm currently working on a task he gave me, checking gravity. They checked it on the tower in Zipe, but they only tested it on living bodies to see if they fall at the same rate. But what if goblins fall faster? And what if mages fall even faster than goblins? No one has checked, and that's a mistake!
--No, to be honest, I thought it would be experiments with magic.
--Ah, that... Well, bring them here, I'll find a use for them anyway. Maybe the teacher will come soon, then it won't be a problem at all.
They approached Sleur first and started dragging him into the tower together.

Noticing this, Feanor swung his legs over the barrier separating the driver's seat from the passenger area and kicked the horses with his boots.