*THUD!*

Tarelth's boot lands squarely on the door, yes, but does not fall in. One would assume, therein, that muscles may not be a forte in this place known as Tristan. (meaning until a certain point, you'll be thinking on your feet rather than fighting with them)

Baneri listens intently to Gamine's plan. "Very well thought out, indeed," he conjectured, "however, with Tarelth's latest display, I have my doubts."

He thought long and hard on the idea, until he finally decided that there was no better option available. With the "Frobozz Automatically Lighting Tristanian Cigar" in hand, he and the group walked towards the dolls once more. Gamine picked one of the dolls up and squeezed it - making sure it would say what she needed it to say: "I am the Grand Inquisitor, I will show you the true light - me!"

But, as the doll spoke, the cigar sprayed a stream of fire out on when it said the word "light". Lo and behold, the doll was now ablaze, and again, another alarm began to ring.

(So much for plans, huh?)

"Quick," the mage said, "we need to hide or we'll be captured for sure. The PA isn't loud enough anymore!! Find a spot, fast!"

(Remember, we're at the tail end of a blocked-off street, so our options are going to be limited.)
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