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Doirn didn't have time to think out out a plan long before they were at the gates of Brightvale, to which Crim pushed Doirn out ahead. "You go on inside and find out what the books can say about the Dung," said Crim. "If you aren't back before nightfall, I will storm the castle and find you. And if I don't find you, I suppose I could go to your castle, ''Prince'', and see if any of your servants and vassals know of your whereabouts. I hope they will be cooperative with me in finding you," and Crim winked at finishing his sentence. | Doirn didn't have time to think out out a plan long before they were at the gates of Brightvale, to which Crim pushed Doirn out ahead. "You go on inside and find out what the books can say about the Dung," said Crim. "If you aren't back before nightfall, I will storm the castle and find you. And if I don't find you, I suppose I could go to your castle, ''Prince'', and see if any of your servants and vassals know of your whereabouts. I hope they will be cooperative with me in finding you," and Crim winked at finishing his sentence. | ||
Sighing, Doirn quickly ran into the city, knowing full well what was at stake. Despite the imprisonment his land put on him, he did not hate them, and did not wish a monster the likes of Crim to destroy their homes and lives. Rushing through every elaborate library he could find, Doirn read | Sighing, Doirn quickly ran into the city, knowing full well what was at stake. Despite the imprisonment his land put on him, he did not hate them, and did not wish a monster the likes of Crim to destroy their homes and lives. Rushing through every elaborate library he could find, Doirn read quickly, even using ''Potions of Concealment'' to break into more secure libraries, knowing his people's livelyhood were at stake, and his own quest the moment Crim knew of the location. | ||
Hours later, the sun was close to setting and an impatient Crim paced about the trees, frowning at the possible escape of the prince, but smiling at the destruction he could cause because of it. Right before Crim decided to lay waste to Brightvale, Doirn came running through the trees, breathing heavy. Crim smiled as he walked up to the exhausted Doirn, and calmly asked, "Do you know where the Dung can be found?" | Hours later, the sun was close to setting and an impatient Crim paced about the trees, frowning at the possible escape of the prince, but smiling at the destruction he could cause because of it. Right before Crim decided to lay waste to Brightvale, Doirn came running through the trees, breathing heavy. Crim smiled as he walked up to the exhausted Doirn, and calmly asked, "Do you know where the Dung can be found?" |
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Battle for the Dung Part 6 |
![]() ![]() They eventually broke through the dungeon, right out fo the castle wall. The commontion they caused from within and now their exit soon had immediate army in the castle chasing after them. It was only with the help of Doirn they were able to escape, because even though Crim was powerful, there was a limit to his power, and though it was possible he could fight and escape from the army, having Doirn with him was another matter. Tucked safely away in a storage shed filled with hay, Crim laughed, saying, "It seems you have become useful already. Never would have thought a prince could be so clever at sneaking and hiding about." "When you live in a prison," softly replied Doirn, "you learn ways to move about the prison in your own terms. In the future, I would hope you will have more control of your outbursts, becase there won't always be a pile of hay for us to hide under. If you want my help, that's all I ask of you," to which Crim merely laughed some more. ![]() Doirn didn't have time to think out out a plan long before they were at the gates of Brightvale, to which Crim pushed Doirn out ahead. "You go on inside and find out what the books can say about the Dung," said Crim. "If you aren't back before nightfall, I will storm the castle and find you. And if I don't find you, I suppose I could go to your castle, Prince, and see if any of your servants and vassals know of your whereabouts. I hope they will be cooperative with me in finding you," and Crim winked at finishing his sentence. Sighing, Doirn quickly ran into the city, knowing full well what was at stake. Despite the imprisonment his land put on him, he did not hate them, and did not wish a monster the likes of Crim to destroy their homes and lives. Rushing through every elaborate library he could find, Doirn read quickly, even using Potions of Concealment to break into more secure libraries, knowing his people's livelyhood were at stake, and his own quest the moment Crim knew of the location. Hours later, the sun was close to setting and an impatient Crim paced about the trees, frowning at the possible escape of the prince, but smiling at the destruction he could cause because of it. Right before Crim decided to lay waste to Brightvale, Doirn came running through the trees, breathing heavy. Crim smiled as he walked up to the exhausted Doirn, and calmly asked, "Do you know where the Dung can be found?" Taking deep breathes, Doirn finally said, "The texts are vague on the location, but the direction they were all very sure on." "Good," said Crim as he picked up Doirn by his neck. "And what direction will I be going to find the Dung?" |