[center][h1][color=00a651]Tinkertown[/color][/h1]
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    As Minoc led the people to the hatch at the back of the room he found it wasn't budging! For a moment he wasn't sure what to do, there was no escape. He wasn't a fighter, he was a thinker, but now he would have to fight. He looked into the eyes of the people around him, people whom he saw as family though none of there were direct relations. "Be brave good people," he said, trying to be reassuring, "we will lead the beast away." He smiled bravely, knowing that this would be his last trip.

   He took a moment to communicate telepathically with Tornel and let him know that he was probably about to die, then he turned to the door way and walked through. As he stepped into the open air he could see Jabberwocky blowing off the net he was stuck in, his scales were riddled with bolts and arrows from the soldiers firing into him, though any wounds appeared to be superficial. Taking his moment he ran across the bridge to the room under where Jabber was stuck and started pulling levers and turning cranks. "You're not going to get our people," he said, "I'll make sure of that," as the room turned on it's axis and broke the bridge connecting it to the civilians.