Tragonathor tugged at the ropes binding his mighty thews to the wall of the sorceress's dungeon wall. Warily he eyed the seductive beauty who lured him here and grumbled, "When you suggested a trip to your dungeon of moderate naughtiness and tied me to the wall I thought something else was on your mind Su-Su". The diminutive half elf stomped her foot and whined "you promised not to call me that, I don't like it!". Tragonather grinned and said "If you are mad at me then I know you aren't thinking of some other guy." Soonamor rolled her eyes annoyed but in love with the big goof. "We will get back to moderate to severe naughtiness in a minute the engraving on the disk says I need to paint the runic circle at 3 of midnight on the 24th." "what is a minute, or midnight and the 24th of what?" the puzzled Barbarian asked. "Some kind of time measurement system anyways the divination said it is now" the woman said without looking up from painting a circle along the floor and up the wall. Tragonathor grunted sulking he wasn't the center of attention but also knowing nothing would distract Soonamor from her arcane studies.
"There that should.." the rest of what the woman was saying was cut off as the circle turned black and crimson bands of force flicked fast as lightning from the portal to wrap around her and pulled her back through the opening which then returned to paint on a stone wall. Stunned silence reigned for a moment before the huge man pulled free of the wall he was tied to and with a roar bounded over to hammer on the uncaring stone calling his lover's name over and over. Soon coming to his senses Tragonathor gathered his thoughts and decided on a course of action. First put on pants; Second take the disk that had lead Soonamor into a trap; third find someone to figure out where Soonamor was; Fourth gather companions for the epic quest and finally kill many many evil things until Soonamor was back where he could keep an eye on her. He started immediately.
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