Zarkenis Ultima wrote:As Frederick assessed the strength of the chain binding the prisoner to the bedpost, he noticed the Polynesian kneeling next to him. Next, he noticed that the hand with which he was holding the chain grew colder and colder. Again it did not bother him particularly, as it shouldn't bother the King of the North, but it was still an odd sensation, the sudden change of temperature, in his hand, and his hand only. He noticed that the girl was using her ice magic, or 'Elemental manipulation' as she later chose to call it, on his hand, demonstrating its effects before asking if it could possibly be used to weaken the links. The dragon-armed brushed the back of his hand while shrugging, about to say that he had no idea, before noticing that a hand began choking the prisoner, killing him.
He then noticed that all of the slaves who were once in beds now stood up, unchained and with collars of steel welded to their bodies. They seemed entranced, as though they were not really there. They likely weren't, as far as Frederick was concerned. But then, this was not his greatest concern.
"So, what do we do with these guys now, then?" He asked casually as he backed off, outstretching his arms at the same time as if to shield Fen and William, forcing them to back off as well.
"If we didn't have to worry about the prison guards, I'd say we simply blast the ominous robot collars until they either come to their senses or become incapacitated, but I suppose we still need to maintain a degree of stealth for the time being. Fen, see if you can freezes their feet to the floor to stop them from moving until we think of something better," Sir Nilark murmured.