Hello again, everyone. Here's Part Three of Four. Another short chapter for y'all to read. You might have been able to tell by now that this isn't a very long, complicated, or deep story. Just a short bit of fluff fun.
The Takeover
Part Three
Telefor groaned and shifted as much as he could. The last thing he could remember was sharing a drink with Ailious at the inn. When he woke up, he found himself in what looked to be the inside of a forge, bound in chains and gagged. He wasn't sure how long he had been in it. It had been not long after nightfall when he'd walked into the inn that the letter had sent him to. He'd only been there long enough to have two drinks when Ailious had walked in. He'd looked a little damp at the time, but Telefor had chalked it up to him having been caught in the rain as he'd flown on a gryphon to Stormwind. Now he wished he had been a bit more suspicious. He'd never had any reason not to trust the leader before, so he hadn't thought anything of it when Ailious had handed him another drink.
When he'd woken up, he'd seen Ailious through the open door of the forge. But as he watched, Ailious was replaced by a furbolg. The furbolg smirked at him (as much as one can) and, in a growling voice, spoke to him.
"You have probably realized by now that your leader isn't in control anymore. You and the other two are my hostages." The furbolg saw the questions in Telefor's eyes and continued.
"Two females of your guild, one called Kyai and one called Sciezka, are also my prisoners. And you will all die if control is not handed over to me." The furbolg leaned forward. "As we speak, Kyai is slowly being covered by water, and if not retrieved will drown. Sciezka is getting closer and closer to being devoured by a giant. And, of course, yourself, who is in a forge that in a few hours will be lit for the days work." The furbolg straightened. "You had better hope that your guild mates give in, or you and the others will die." With that, the furbolg closed and locked the door to the forge.