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==Davendrall and Anneliese show the newcomer Sir Charion the ropes - <i>Chapter 2</i>==
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==Davendrall kidnaps Anneliese and meets Judge Athena - <i>Chapter 2</i>==
  
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Davendrall approached Charion Orgauth estate.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |Barnabas, Yuma the scribe and Nibal the scout had reached Barad Lacrinth and come up to the entrance of a brothel Davendrall had recently bought in the slum just outside the walls. Barnabas looked around to check no one was watching, and entered the brothel, still holding the swag bag with the 'Anne' rabbit in. Upon entering the brothel, Barnabas opened the sack, so just Anne's head could fit out the top, and gagged her. He then took a knife cut two holes in the bottom of the sack so she could put her legs through to walk and a hole in the back for her tail to fit out.
  
"Come on Banana Bus you big wimp!"
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The trio led the 'Anne' person up the stairs, past the rooms of whores with their customers, to a common looking office at the end. The room was small, with a single desk and bookcase in the corner. On the side of the bookcase a label could be seen saying 'property of Xaphan'. Barnabas went over the bookcase, and lowered one of the books. The bookcase immediately creaked open like a door and they went through.
  
"This crate is very heavy!"
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"Welcome to the offices of the Cute Cookie Corporation." Barnabas announced proudly
  
Davendrall turned around and looked at Barnabas who was holding a very large, heavy crate of Leprechaun Wine. Davendrall on the other hand was holding a simple, light, rope
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Inside there was a large room. There were rows upon rows of cages, and in each cage there was an office desk. The desks ranged from being four inches tall to an entire ft. Sitting at every desk there was a rabbit. And in each rabbits little furry paw, was a pencil.
  
"Wuss! Now...this is the right place right? I wonder if Anne is here yet"
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"We're training them to write. It's taking time but there getting there. But for you however, we have a very special task" Barnabas explained, leading the gagged 'Anne' person through the desks to the end of the room.
  
Davendrall strode up to the front door of Charion Orgauth's estate and knocked
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Barnabas pressed a hidden button on the wall, and a wall panel moved aside to reveal a door. Through a very small gap between the wall and the door frame, a servant could be seen standing in a narrow slot, holding a wall panel. Barnabas knocked politely one the door
  
"Is this the estate of Charion Orgauth? I am Davendrall Felhand, I was invited here to get drunk, eat lots of cookies and show a young man the ropes"
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"Come in Banana Bus" Davendrall shouted.
  
Davendrell twisted the rope in her hands and grinned very very evilly
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Barnabas un-gagged the 'Anne' person. He opened the door and led Anne, who was still covered in a sack, into a large, luxurious office. There was a desk immediately in front of them, with a high backed chair facing away. The chair swivelled around to reveal Davendrall, sitting with her legs crossed in the chair. In one hand she held a large glass of Leprechaun Wine, and in the other she stroked a white, fluffy cat.
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"We meet again, Miss Rabbit! MWHAHAHAHA!"
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |I feel ridiculous. She guessed that they had made her wear the bag because they didn't want her to be able to use hands, but frankly, she'd rather they just tie her hands behind her back.
"I don't see why I have to be here. I'm your scribe, not your bodyguard." Her arms were crossed protectively over her chest, as if she expected to be attacked at any moment.
 
  
"Which means you don't look so out of place as a guard would - it would be suspicious to have a guard hanging around me, if I were to pretend I trusted Davendrall." Anne said, as she handed the reins of her horse to a stable-hand, though first making sure she had removed the rope coiled around the saddle.
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She wasn't entirely sure where she was, but some of the noises she heard through the walls gave her ideas. She tried not to shudder, lest they think that some sign of weakness. As they led her through the building, she made note of all the secret doors and passage ways. She'd have to remember that, in case she wanted to escape later.
  
"I don't think she expects trust, just cookies."
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Once they reached the last room, she was surprised at how clean and well-decorated it was. She would've have thought Davendrall would have chosen something more... tavern-like.
  
They walked out of the stable just in time to catch the sight of the cookies being unloaded from a wagon. "I hope Sir Charion has a table big enough for all that..."
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Disgusting. The noble woman spat at the floor after the gag was removed. "You could have at least used a clean rag."
  
"And is it really necessary to wear all that armor?"
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Anneliese snorted as 'Dave' made yet another comment implying that she was a rabbit. She stared at her with obvious displeasure, hoping that she could somehow make Dave's head fall off if she stared hard enough.
  
"Have you ever seen me in public without some form of armor?" It wasn't as if she was wearing full plate-mail, or even chainmail; it was just enough leather to cover the vital areas (with the exception of her head; she wasn't wearing a helmet). It probably wouldn't help very much in actual combat, but going without out any armor made her feel far too vulernable.
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After a few minutes of this, she finally said, "What exactly do you hope to accomplish by kidnapping me and dragging me all the way out here?"
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"No." The scribe admitted.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |Davendrall glared hard at the "Anne" rabbit, a deep frown set on her face. She flung her cat of her lap. It went "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" as it went flying across the room and scurried out a nearby catflap
  
Anne had also made certain that she wore a sturdy belt, so her pants could not be stolen. Or pulled down. She had her sword with her, which had been cleaned of blood and returned to her not long after she came back to her troop. It probably wouldn't see much use, but, like her armor, she felt uncomfortable without it.
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"I still don't see the point of having a catflap on the second floor" Said Yuma the scribe
  
"Though I do wish I had brought Honey," She said, referring to her hawk. "Perhaps I could have her peck Da-"
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"Well YumYum, cats always land on their feet"
  
The scribe kicked her and pointed to Davendrall, who was standing some ten feet away.
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Davendrall strode over to the "Anne" rabbit, until she stood right in front of her. They both glared at each other for a minute, neither blinking. Then Davendrall smiled wildly
  
"Ow, you-" She started to glare at her scribe, then spotted Davendrall, "Oh! Hello Dave!" She walked closer, "I see we both brought the rope..."
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"AIN'T YOU JUST THE CUTEST IKKLE RABBIT EVER!" Davendrall squealed, and began to pet the "Anne" person obsessively
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | A short and grumpy man, less than half of the size of the estate's impressive doors appeared and examined the arriving guests with an air of pure disgust and bitterness that would kill them if it could. He barely had any hair and barely looked human, some would say he looked more like a gnome from legends. And a very ugly and old one. With barely any hair, and a long dirty beard. He then mumbled for a while and only a few words could be heard.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"AUGH!"
  
"Stupid younglings...more young fools...bunch of retards...drunken baboons...stupid master...young Orgauth keeps bad company...probably some peasant whores...stupid stupid stupid...uncouth savages..." and more mumbling
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Anne immediately bristled at being touched.
  
Then he finally came back to himself and said in a tone of cruel disdain in his rough and sinister voice.
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She felt the urge to run, but also realized it was a largely pointless endeavor, because there wasn't an exit that wasn't blocked, with the possible exceptions of the cat flap and she was fairly sure she couldn't fit through that.
"Aww yes thats how the young master calls himself huh!" "Come in ohhh noble guests" and then muttered in a very low voice "low nobility wenches...not nearly as noble as the Orgauth..."
 
  
Quickly he turned inside and invited them inside...
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It wasn't something she had thought she would ever think before, but she longed for the comforting barrier of a cage.
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"Get away from me!" She backed away, "I'm not cute, and I'm not a rabbit! I am a human noble that commands a troop! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU FILTHY DRUNKARD OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | "Hi Anne! You brought the cookies right? Lots of cookies!...hey" Davendrall said turning to the little weird man "I heard that! Looks like you want a taste of the ropes too" She said grinning evilly.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"Aww the giant rabbit thinks she's people! How cute! Aww da poor ikkle rabbit getting angry. Want a carrot?" Davendrall took a carrot from her pocket, offering it to the "Anne" person
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |Anne made incoherent, frustrated noises. She wanted so, so very much to punch her, or maybe bite her. Doing that, however, would likely have consequences.
  
Anne caught up just in time to see the old man hung from a chandler in the entrance hall, by his underwear. He wore nothing else and his hands were tied by some rope
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She took a deep breath, and managed to quell her rage. "No, thank you, I am not hungry."
  
"I'm afraid I used my rope Anne." Davendrall said looking up at the old man "We'll have to use yours for Charion...speaking of which...where is he?"
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Another moment passed. "Now, you said you wanted me for some reason? What is it? Surely you would not go to all the trouble of dragging me just to call me a rabbit and give me a carrot?"
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"Ah yes! Down to business. As you well know I am owner of the Cute Cookie Corporation. We deal with making and selling of leprechaun wine and cookies, we own a large chain of brothels, and several...other things...that I can't mention"
Anne nodded, "Of course!"
 
  
Her scribe started to sneak off, and out the corner of her eye, Anne spotted her, "Cathy! Come on!"
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Davendrall shifted her eyes nervously
  
Grumbling, her scribe joined her in the estate.
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"Anyway, I would like to expand my business. So what I did, is I stole...I mean bought some rabbits...and...and I gave them all a pencil...and...and...Ima teach them how to write...and...and...there gonna write a newspaper for me! I know, genius isn't it
  
Noticing the man hanging from chandelier, Anne commented, "Sir Charion sure has odd tastes... I mean, a live man hanging from the ceiling... Couldn't he at least do the decent thing and kill him first?" She had been too far away to notice the comments the man had made on their status.
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But as your the giantist rabbit around, you get to be head reporter.
  
Servants entered, carrying boxes of cookies, "Where should we put this, Dame?"
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You will work 9 till 5 Monday till Fridays. You will have a carrot break at 12, and you will be paid 3 cookies a day.
  
"I don't know... is there a table somewhere?
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Or alternatively, I can put you in that cage up there"
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Davendrall grinned evilly as they both looked up, seeing a large cage suspended from the celling. With a giant fox in it
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Davendrall stared at the cookies.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |The "Fox" in the cage was actually, Madog, this wasn't the first time someone had assumed he was a canine and it would surely not be the last he thought as he casually lapped up the water bowl, gnawing on the side till water poured from it.
 
 
"Have I ever told you how must I love you Anne. You can always...you know...put them..." Davendrall opened her mouth and motioned that the cookies should be put there.
 
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |That... actually didn't sound so bad, if a bit boring.
Anne stared at her frank gesture, and tried not to show her amusement, "You can't fit the whole box in there... although you're welcome to try, I suppose."
 
  
She turned to the servants, "Just set 'em down somewhere. Stick around, we may want them moved somewhere else, provided Davendrall doesn't eat them all at once."
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"Just because you think I am a giant rabbit, doesn't mean I would be any good at this sort of thing. Besides, what exactly does a head reporter do? And why a newspaper, of all things?"
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The mention of a 'break' and being required to work all week made it sound suspiciously like she was going to be stuck here while she worked. "Do you intend to keep me here all the time? My troops is stationed back in Lyton, and it would be awfully suspicious if I wasn't there..."
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She looked up for a moment, but chose to ignore the fox in the cage.
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Davendrall squealed in delight and grabbed a box of cookies, opening the box and scoffing them all down one by one
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"Well someone needs to report on the activities of the Norlanders, so I am creating the Muninn Newsrag! And as a head reporter you will be required to go out and about, finding stories and interviewing people, etc...or you can stay in the cage with Madog...i mean...the fox...
  
"NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!"
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So," Davendrall took a very thick contract of her desk
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"If you'll just sign here, here and here" Davendrall said pointing at three points on the back page
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"..."
Anneliese slowly edged away from Davendrall, "I hope she doesn't get sick..." She whispered to her scribe.
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She really didn't have a choice about it. "I guess..."
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"But I hope you do realize that I have no idea what I am doing. You'd be better off with a scribe."
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She stared down at the stack of papers. "Wait, what exactly does this sa- Oh, nevermind." She simply signed the papers.
  
Or at least thought she did. Her scribe had wandered off while she wasn't looking.
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"Can I go now?" She looked expectant.
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | "Pfft! No amount of cookies could ever make Davendrall Felhand sick! So...where is our host...well I suppose he doesn't know where here since his butler never came back...shall we go find him?"
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"AHAHAHA! Got you! You didn't read the fine print!" Davendrall grinned at her, showing a clause in the contract and reading it out
  
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"I, Anneliese Van Dell, here by state myself to be full property of Davendrall Felhand and legally admit to being a rabbit
  
"NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!"
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MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! Got ya now!"
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"I knew you'd do something like that. Which is why I must say that I am still, despite the clause you made me sign, not a rabbit."
"I didn't see a butler, but surely the screaming of that man hanging from the ceiling would have alerted him by now - I mean that thing is quite loud. I assume that is what he uses to alert him to visitors."
 
  
She checked once to make sure she had everything, including the rope, and then nodded, "Sure. If he can't get a normal butler like the rest of us, I suppose we might as well surprise him..." Anne grinned very wide, and whispered something to Davendrall.
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"Contracts made under duress are not legally binding." She noisily stuck her tongue out.
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''"...and tie him up, take all his cookies and drink all his wine."''
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"Ah I think you'll find it is. My lawyer says it is. And my lawyer is here to witness it! HEHEHEHE!"
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Davendrall noisily stuck her tongue out back
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | "Ahh well worse has already happened to you Ferel hasn't it ?"
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Said a young and commanding yet beautiful voice, the hanged old man nodded getting slightly more calm now that his master had arrived. Strangely he closed his eyes as if expecting something bad, and as if that wasn't the first time something like that happened.
 
  
A young man entered the hall in large and flamboyant steps. Beautiful like a prince, strong as a veteran warrior. Tall and impressive with his long blue and white robes and a majestic sky blue cloak. He also wore a good number of golden rings with some jewels. His hair was short and light brown. His body muscular and thin.
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"Yeah, well, I, uh- uh- I'm ignoring you now!"
  
He approached the hanging old man, and cut the rope in single fast move with a richly adorned dagger. Ferel fell to the ground with a sickening noise of bones hitting the floor. He then mumbled some more, kneeled, kissed his lord's sapphire ring and left the room still mumbling.
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She crossed her arms and turned her back on Davendrall.
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The young Orgauth then turned to the ladies and smiled brightly with perfectly aligned and bright white teeth.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"Well now your just being immature Anne!" Davendrall put her thumb on her nose and made a rude noise at Anne.
  
"Ohh my beloved guests, I am terribly sorry for keeping you waiting, but I was training in the backyard. A paladin must be always ready to face evil don't you agree?" Not waiting for an answer he just sat and clapped his hands, and a number of previously unseen servants walked in and served food and drinks.
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Then they both turned towards the door, hearing some noises coming from the outside...
 
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For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read [[Muninn Newsrag/Adventures_of_one_Drunk_and_her_Rabbit/RP3Ch3|Chapter 3]]
 
For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read [[Muninn Newsrag/Adventures_of_one_Drunk_and_her_Rabbit/RP3Ch3|Chapter 3]]

Latest revision as of 16:16, 9 August 2010

Davendrall kidnaps Anneliese and meets Judge Athena - Chapter 2

Roleplay from Davendrall
Barnabas, Yuma the scribe and Nibal the scout had reached Barad Lacrinth and come up to the entrance of a brothel Davendrall had recently bought in the slum just outside the walls. Barnabas looked around to check no one was watching, and entered the brothel, still holding the swag bag with the 'Anne' rabbit in. Upon entering the brothel, Barnabas opened the sack, so just Anne's head could fit out the top, and gagged her. He then took a knife cut two holes in the bottom of the sack so she could put her legs through to walk and a hole in the back for her tail to fit out.

The trio led the 'Anne' person up the stairs, past the rooms of whores with their customers, to a common looking office at the end. The room was small, with a single desk and bookcase in the corner. On the side of the bookcase a label could be seen saying 'property of Xaphan'. Barnabas went over the bookcase, and lowered one of the books. The bookcase immediately creaked open like a door and they went through.

"Welcome to the offices of the Cute Cookie Corporation." Barnabas announced proudly

Inside there was a large room. There were rows upon rows of cages, and in each cage there was an office desk. The desks ranged from being four inches tall to an entire ft. Sitting at every desk there was a rabbit. And in each rabbits little furry paw, was a pencil.

"We're training them to write. It's taking time but there getting there. But for you however, we have a very special task" Barnabas explained, leading the gagged 'Anne' person through the desks to the end of the room.

Barnabas pressed a hidden button on the wall, and a wall panel moved aside to reveal a door. Through a very small gap between the wall and the door frame, a servant could be seen standing in a narrow slot, holding a wall panel. Barnabas knocked politely one the door

"Come in Banana Bus" Davendrall shouted.

Barnabas un-gagged the 'Anne' person. He opened the door and led Anne, who was still covered in a sack, into a large, luxurious office. There was a desk immediately in front of them, with a high backed chair facing away. The chair swivelled around to reveal Davendrall, sitting with her legs crossed in the chair. In one hand she held a large glass of Leprechaun Wine, and in the other she stroked a white, fluffy cat.

"We meet again, Miss Rabbit! MWHAHAHAHA!"

Roleplay from Anneliese
I feel ridiculous. She guessed that they had made her wear the bag because they didn't want her to be able to use hands, but frankly, she'd rather they just tie her hands behind her back.

She wasn't entirely sure where she was, but some of the noises she heard through the walls gave her ideas. She tried not to shudder, lest they think that some sign of weakness. As they led her through the building, she made note of all the secret doors and passage ways. She'd have to remember that, in case she wanted to escape later.

Once they reached the last room, she was surprised at how clean and well-decorated it was. She would've have thought Davendrall would have chosen something more... tavern-like.

Disgusting. The noble woman spat at the floor after the gag was removed. "You could have at least used a clean rag."

Anneliese snorted as 'Dave' made yet another comment implying that she was a rabbit. She stared at her with obvious displeasure, hoping that she could somehow make Dave's head fall off if she stared hard enough.

After a few minutes of this, she finally said, "What exactly do you hope to accomplish by kidnapping me and dragging me all the way out here?"

Roleplay from Davendrall
Davendrall glared hard at the "Anne" rabbit, a deep frown set on her face. She flung her cat of her lap. It went "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" as it went flying across the room and scurried out a nearby catflap

"I still don't see the point of having a catflap on the second floor" Said Yuma the scribe

"Well YumYum, cats always land on their feet"

Davendrall strode over to the "Anne" rabbit, until she stood right in front of her. They both glared at each other for a minute, neither blinking. Then Davendrall smiled wildly

"AIN'T YOU JUST THE CUTEST IKKLE RABBIT EVER!" Davendrall squealed, and began to pet the "Anne" person obsessively

Roleplay from Anneliese
"AUGH!"

Anne immediately bristled at being touched.

She felt the urge to run, but also realized it was a largely pointless endeavor, because there wasn't an exit that wasn't blocked, with the possible exceptions of the cat flap and she was fairly sure she couldn't fit through that.

It wasn't something she had thought she would ever think before, but she longed for the comforting barrier of a cage.

"Get away from me!" She backed away, "I'm not cute, and I'm not a rabbit! I am a human noble that commands a troop! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU FILTHY DRUNKARD OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Aww the giant rabbit thinks she's people! How cute! Aww da poor ikkle rabbit getting angry. Want a carrot?" Davendrall took a carrot from her pocket, offering it to the "Anne" person
Roleplay from Anneliese
Anne made incoherent, frustrated noises. She wanted so, so very much to punch her, or maybe bite her. Doing that, however, would likely have consequences.

She took a deep breath, and managed to quell her rage. "No, thank you, I am not hungry."

Another moment passed. "Now, you said you wanted me for some reason? What is it? Surely you would not go to all the trouble of dragging me just to call me a rabbit and give me a carrot?"

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Ah yes! Down to business. As you well know I am owner of the Cute Cookie Corporation. We deal with making and selling of leprechaun wine and cookies, we own a large chain of brothels, and several...other things...that I can't mention"

Davendrall shifted her eyes nervously

"Anyway, I would like to expand my business. So what I did, is I stole...I mean bought some rabbits...and...and I gave them all a pencil...and...and...Ima teach them how to write...and...and...there gonna write a newspaper for me! I know, genius isn't it

But as your the giantist rabbit around, you get to be head reporter.

You will work 9 till 5 Monday till Fridays. You will have a carrot break at 12, and you will be paid 3 cookies a day.

Or alternatively, I can put you in that cage up there"

Davendrall grinned evilly as they both looked up, seeing a large cage suspended from the celling. With a giant fox in it

Roleplay from Madog
The "Fox" in the cage was actually, Madog, this wasn't the first time someone had assumed he was a canine and it would surely not be the last he thought as he casually lapped up the water bowl, gnawing on the side till water poured from it.
Roleplay from Anneliese
That... actually didn't sound so bad, if a bit boring.

"Just because you think I am a giant rabbit, doesn't mean I would be any good at this sort of thing. Besides, what exactly does a head reporter do? And why a newspaper, of all things?"

The mention of a 'break' and being required to work all week made it sound suspiciously like she was going to be stuck here while she worked. "Do you intend to keep me here all the time? My troops is stationed back in Lyton, and it would be awfully suspicious if I wasn't there..."

She looked up for a moment, but chose to ignore the fox in the cage.

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Well someone needs to report on the activities of the Norlanders, so I am creating the Muninn Newsrag! And as a head reporter you will be required to go out and about, finding stories and interviewing people, etc...or you can stay in the cage with Madog...i mean...the fox...

So," Davendrall took a very thick contract of her desk

"If you'll just sign here, here and here" Davendrall said pointing at three points on the back page

Roleplay from Anneliese
"..."

She really didn't have a choice about it. "I guess..."

"But I hope you do realize that I have no idea what I am doing. You'd be better off with a scribe."

She stared down at the stack of papers. "Wait, what exactly does this sa- Oh, nevermind." She simply signed the papers.

"Can I go now?" She looked expectant.

Roleplay from Davendrall
"AHAHAHA! Got you! You didn't read the fine print!" Davendrall grinned at her, showing a clause in the contract and reading it out

"I, Anneliese Van Dell, here by state myself to be full property of Davendrall Felhand and legally admit to being a rabbit

MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! Got ya now!"

Roleplay from Anneliese
"I knew you'd do something like that. Which is why I must say that I am still, despite the clause you made me sign, not a rabbit."

"Contracts made under duress are not legally binding." She noisily stuck her tongue out.

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Ah I think you'll find it is. My lawyer says it is. And my lawyer is here to witness it! HEHEHEHE!"

Davendrall noisily stuck her tongue out back

Roleplay from Anneliese
"..."

"Yeah, well, I, uh- uh- I'm ignoring you now!"

She crossed her arms and turned her back on Davendrall.

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Well now your just being immature Anne!" Davendrall put her thumb on her nose and made a rude noise at Anne.

Then they both turned towards the door, hearing some noises coming from the outside...

For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read Chapter 3