>>6074104And your scrabbling gobby hands dislodge something wedged and hidden in the rock wall.
It's a muggy shirt...wivva gauldy candle stick! Hevvy! It's gauld for realsies!
And! There's papers in! Thick, heavy papers, wiv stitchens down one side, toily paper book-like! Pages! All nice and drawey, wiv all kinds of simbils on. Itz deffo older than the hymnal you nicked day before yest; gooder and expensiv-er. It's...not even paper. It's fine leather. And the drawrens ain't drawn, theys <span class="mu-i">needled</span>. 'S <span class="mu-i">skin</span>. Humie skin.
>cor blaume>das roit gnarly innaThere's singes all around the edges of it, but none on the inks; some bits of burned wood and small hinges on what would have been the book's spine.
There was a fire, and the rest of the book burned up, but not <span class="mu-s">these</span>.
Call it a hunch but...you sniff it and grubb it a little in your hands...Yup! Squirmy and icky and Bad Ugly! 'S Bad Magic, itiz! <span class="mu-b">MAGIC PAGES</span>! You're a Lepercunt fer real!!!
1Then you hear the snoring start again, a pause, and a crunch of footsteps coming towards you from the watchplatform that's awake.
You bugger off zip-like, using the Carrionpede movements to keep your profile low. The attention of the one coming towards you wavers between his snoring partner and the other watchplatform.
Ahh! You twig it: this bugghole's took the candlestick and the pages off someone trynna nick it out of the Pit. Then <span class="mu-i">he</span> hid it in the wall to nick it later, when both the other watchplatform and his snorry blagga mate weren't watching.
And now that you nicked his nick, he's got no how to complain. Whazzee gonnsay? Someone nicked sneekibreeks wot I nicked faers n queers? Hheh!
Flabby, slouchy bastish. The snorry one's propa <span class="mu-s">fat</span>, but thissun's gots a slimey, whingy feel on im. Ee's the kind wot doesn't just deserve to be bullied, but <span class="mu-i">needs</span> to be. You'd bet a meal you can make him squeal like a piggy.
You just reach the tall grass when you hear him pawing at the rock face on the ramp, starting to panic.
>w-where's my payday?>m-my retirement?>w-where's the fucking GOLD???He holois alarm a little after that, and all the watchmen scramble, rounding up every laborer and workman encamped around the Pit.
Everyone's named and numbered, and a thorough search of effects begins.
You stay a bit to watch.
In a little Time the Sissy comes out of Ͳ block, and the chubby blubby one starts pointing into the Pit and giving excuses.
The search of effects stops while he does his Whitey magic. A thin glowy circle lights up around the edge of the pit and fades; nothing. Then another glowy circle covering almost the whole bottom of the pit, and a burst of light centering it. Then he says a few things to tubby and leaves.
Then a cripp with a pegleg comes in from town leading Towser.
Can mutts smell innada Pouch? Fuggit.You leg it.
AAAND HE SINKS IT! NEAT IN FROM THE 3LINE! MVG TOADY BRYANT DONT MISS TODAY! 