Posts from [GROUP] Feanor and Slırr Auto-translated

Peyramat -7hp
Feanor ran to the window and saw about fifteen to twenty meters of space below him, filled with a mixture of nitrogen, oxygen, some other gases, and water. This mixture had low elasticity.

Thinking that landing on the bed would be softer, Fëanor sighed and lay down on it.

“That’s right,” said Peiramat, rubbing the bump left by Feanor. “I won’t lie, the experiment I have in mind is dangerous and painful, but since you are clearly more intelligent than him (he pointed at Sligar), I will try to make sure you survive, and then I will tell you the results of the experiment, if I succeed. Who knows, maybe you will become my student afterward?”

Shortly after, Slıirr finally woke up. Frightened by the upcoming experiments (and the appearance of the Primate didn't promise anything else), the goblin cautiously looked around. Almost immediately, his gaze fell upon the painfully familiar face of Feanor.
- How did the wet mage manage to escape from the dungeon? - Slıirr asked with genuine surprise, - didn't his key get stuck in the door?!

Feanora was tied to the bed with straps. "He was really stuck," said Peiramat. "We had to forcibly 'extract' him from there."

Sliirr didn't answer Peyramat; he even tried not to meet his gaze. This mage frightened the goblin so much that his mere presence filled him with terror. Therefore, Sliirr tried to ignore him to calm himself down somehow. Besides, he tried to reassure himself with the thought that he hadn't been thrown from the tower. Trying not to pay attention to the fact that he had recently fallen from the tower himself.

“Alright, if I die, I’ll be comforted by the thought that I was a pioneer in a new field of science. And what exactly is this experiment of yours?” asked Fëanor Peiramata.

--The fundamentals! I want to figure out where magic comes from in the first place and how to imbue it into someone who is not naturally capable of magic. And, by the way, I already achieved something last time. Otherwise, how would you explain this goblin's incredible escape right under my nose?
--Is that true, teacher? Have you really seen this goblin?
--Well, yes, of course! I won't forget that face!

Despite all his attempts to resist, Sleurr eventually succumbed to fear. Memories of his past imprisonment flooded the goblin's fragile mind. He began to twitch and scream, but it was hardly possible to make out anything from his words.

–Oh, well, in that case, never mind. It’s not as bad as I thought. I just have a vivid imagination; the word “experiments” makes me think of all sorts of viruses, mutations, and other things along those lines,– Feanor said with relief.

Sliirr was already getting tired of his own screaming; his speech was becoming slower and slower. Soon, his speech slowed down so much that every word the goblin said could be clearly understood. His last words were:
- Stupid wet mage, Sliirr's clan is dead!

--To be honest, I use a virus. I call it Azh1nu1, or unicorn flu, as it's commonly known. The virus has magical properties, so the effect when it interacts with a host is sometimes quite unusual! For example, in nature, it has a strange effect on unicorns, not killing them, but changing their behavior and magical abilities.

–I think I’ve learned enough about the experience. Go ahead and put a gag in the goblin’s mouth, its wailing is tiring me.

First of all, Peiramat took out some objects and began to bring them into contact with Sllirr. The objects behaved very strangely; some of them burned the goblin. It was difficult to understand what was happening from the outside, but Peiramat nodded approvingly, and his student wrote everything down. Then, the student took out some vials (the previous experiment lasted about two hours, maybe less, but try to judge when you're tied to a bed!) and a syringe. Peiramat took them from his hands and injected them into Sllirr and Feanor, although in different quantities.
"Now, we'll observe the reaction."

After the experience with Feanor and Slırr, they were sent to a cell, this time a different one. The environment there was even more austere: there were no windows at all, otherwise the cell was practically the same. Except for the height: this cell was only about on the level of the second floor.
The night was simply terrible for the wanderer and the goblin: they were delirious, and cold sweat appeared. When one of them woke up, he could hear his cellmate muttering in his sleep. And yet, they survived that night: the virus did not kill its hosts. At least not yet.