2.1 Chapter 1: Into the Stolen Lands

The cutthroat frightened by Octavios’ loom bolts like a frightened bunny. Triggering the fancy fighter hair trigger, which launches his shield into the cutthroats back. He crumbles with a weezy moan

Meanwhile the cutthroat under the gate is desperate trying to shed his pinned clothes.

The three cutthroats by the door are bleeding out due to fork related injuries

Tassle drags the lead cutthroat into the hallway of broken cutlery. It does seem to do much

Dalia dutifully attends to the wounded. Healing them enough to answer questions and also to stand trial for their misbegotten deeds.

Man Tassle, leave the poor bastard alone. You've forked him up enough. Filbert will you please ues your superior tiny size to clear some forks away without stabbing anyone while I stop this guy from bleeding enough to question him.

I am impressed and saddened how you have turned dinnerware and my harmless toy into such an implement of death and torture. Sparky, you've got a good eye for shiny things, can you see if you can retrieve the forks and make the hallway safe to travel again?

Through the combined efforts of Seline and Dalia the fork related bleeding is stopped. The three cutthroats are stable, but still unconscious. As is the cutthroat that Octavous shield punted into the floor.

Filbert and Sparky make short work of the fork filled hallway. Clearing a path for easy walking.

"Perhaps the 'highnesses' want a red carpet, as they couldn't be bothered stepping past a few forks?" Sparky snarks

"Oh, it is already pretty red from the human sap" Filbert replies innocently

Meanwhile the cutthroat trapped under the emergency portcullis has managed to tear his shirt off, his pants still remain pinned.

Sounds of battle and magic echo in the distance.

When you get to the portcullis the cutthroat in on the opposite side and has torn his pants to shreds. He hasnt notice Octavius giving him the opportunity to act.

Octavius manages to get a firm grip on the fiends underpants. However, they are old and soiled, disintegrating in Octavius’ hand as the now naked cutthroat runs free.