Zaila fired an arrow towards the larger of the creatures, since it posed more of a threat than the smaller ones. "Did you bring your sword?" Zaila asked her housecarl.
"No....it's with my horse." Her housecarl replied.
"Seriously?!" Zaila growled.

'Damnit.' Zaila thought as she grunted lowly. She turned to her housecarl. "Run!" She ordered, as she turned back to the creatures, and fired her last arrow at the closest one, then turned to follow her housecarl.

"Get off of me!" Zaila squealed, as she struggled with the creatures on top of her.
"Zaila!" Her housecarl called out to her. "Hold on!"

Zaila screamed in agony, as she felt, and heard her ankle shatter in the largest creature's hand. "Leave him alone!" She shouted, as she attempted to kick at the creature whom held her.
"Zail...."

Zaila growled lowly, glaring at the creature. "You monster!" she growled lowly.
Being in so much pain, it was impossible for her to transform...and even if she could, she could not go anywhere....not with a shattered ankle.

"I am not a possession!" Zaila protested, as the creature slung her over his shoulder. "I'm a person.....LET ME GO!" She squealed.

OOC: I'm off to bed....goodnight

Beelzenef along with the three goblins turned around and began to make their way through the forest. Their destination was a goblin hole in nearby mountain. As the underlings cackled in delight, arguing who the best Beelzenef said "You Beelzenef trophy, me Beelzenef." in crude english

OOT: i'm crashing for the night too, Goodnight TBRP!

"I don't care who you are!" Zaila protested. "I am NOT your trophy....or any one else's for that matter." She continued. "I am Lady Zaila Song....heir to the Song's hold."

"Yes." Zaila replied. "It's a title name...meaning my father holds a lot of power."

"We go to goblin hole now Zaila." Beelzenef said as the goblins they exited the forest and began the climb around the side of the mountain

(You can tell goblins know as much english as a kindergartener)

Zaila sighed in annoyance, and frustration. 'This is just my luck.' She growled lowly to herself.

In the main shop area, a woman was on her knees bawling her eyes out, her arms shaking.
In her grip was a boy who was clearly her son, his body twisted and mangled. He seemed to have been in some sort of horrific accident, blood spilling everywhere - and in fact he didn't seem to be breathing.
The woman looked pleadingly at Tyrcestus, her eyes oblivious to everything else.
"Please, you've got to help me, please, there must be something -"

Tyrcestus looked almost paralyzed, half frozen, half determined.
He seemed unable to move - then he shot a look back at Trinity's concerned face and made a decision.
"What you see here, you can't tell anyone, either of you," he said sternly, before quickly dropping onto his knees over the body.

His fingertips began to glow a burning red, like they were being forged on the ends of his fingers.
The lines on his back suddenly lit up, glowing a fierce scarlet, and he placed his hands on the boy's body.
Instantly, there was a sound like rushing water, and the boy's body instantly started to regenerate. His bones contorted and scraped back into position, cuts pulled themselves together, his chest started rising and falling -

And in seven seconds flat he had gone from being a gruesome dead corpse - to an innocent looking boy, fast asleep in his mother's arms.
She stared at Tyrcestus but he raised a finger.
"Not a word, or I'll take it off!" he warned, and she scurried out, cuddling her restored son.
"I can't but she doesn't know that..." Tyrcestus said to the ceiling, as he fell over onto his back, smoke rising from the lines...

Zaila merely sighed heavily. 'I couldn't eat anything after what happened.' She thought to herself.

Zaila sighed again. 'Prison.' She thought to herself.

Zaila closed her eyes, hoping all of this was some kind of wicked nightmare; however, when she opened her eyes, she knew that it was not so. 'This really is a prison.' She thought to herself. 'I wonder if father knows I've gone missing.'