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“Alright,” Alessio said, and most looked his directions. “Most of you each come from different worlds with different powers or capabilities, one of the only constants is that you all have secrets.”

*Nithel has no clue what his ‘power’/’capability’ was*

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The Lord Castle, could feel the emotions of the young one rising. Flamed by one who had just returned, perhaps My Lord Castle should have left him there. But… My Lord Castle had hoped the thing would have remembered less…

The young one was pacing now. Thinking aloud. “The only apparent motive this…Castle has is a sadistic desire to be entertained. Maybe it’s assimilating information based on our responses but in either case, it seems to prefer to keep us alive, or it lacks the capacity to actually kill us despite its apparent limitless resources…”

Clearly the young one hadn’t met the sailor. A hero, in his own right at the end, but the metal dragon had taken his legs. My Lord Castle rumbles a bit, stones groaning, He died. Don’t tempt me.

The young one chewed himself. My Lord Castle wouldn’t have to sick dogs on the young one if he ate himself. Then young one froze, and looked at the others. “I think I have a plan…”  After the briefest stillness, young one fired three arrows into three different stained glass windows.

ACK. DID HE REaLLy dO tHAt??? My Lord Castle is tempted to just re-grow them. Maybe grow them out, and add another scar to the young one’s face. But… this actually seemed fun.

Young one looked at one of the returned things. The thing which inspired this part of the game. My Lord Castle now appreciates the thing a bit. I am in charge. There is nothing to worry about. 

“Can you feel that, or do you lack any sensation of pain except the kind you bring to others? You like raising the stakes, playing with risks, why don’t you actually join the game? Stake your own neck once or twice?””

It does hurt, but of course, My Lord Castle wouldn’t admit that. *rumbles, deeply, loudly* A few small pieces of rock fall to the ground.

The young one spoke as a human. Droll…

The young one lifted his stick-flinging-thing again, “Or are you scared?”

Even more droll. Does the young one think that sort of taunt does any good?
And… perhaps My Lord Castle has a point in this. My Lord Castle doesn’t mind it only being out of sadistic pleasure, but My Lord Castle likes the idea of stretching and growing these things in some way. To where they are better animals when they return to their place.

My Lord Castle would smile, if My Lord Castle could. And he trembles more, causing just a few larger stones to fall.

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