I've been kidnapped by a wandering band of gypsies! They caught me as I stumbled home from the local tavern, clobbered me on the head and I fell down. They then proceeded to bound and gag me. I remember very little has the effects of that nights festivities had caught up with me in combination with the clout to the skull. So, from what little I can remember, they drug me into a dark alley. At this point I nodded off again, but when I came to I was missing my pants and my left shoe. My boxers were still intact but had a sticky substance on them. This captured my attention for several seconds before I passed out again. As to how long this episode of blackness lasted I cannot be sure, the next time I came to I was being thrown into the back of a pickup loaded with straw. This seemed quite comfortable so again my brain decided to shut down.

Finally, the depressing effects of the spirits and the knocking on my noggin wore off. I woke up in a trailor being pulled by the same truck, I would guess, that I was thrown into the night previous. Yes, it is now morning and I am feeling quite hungover and quite surly. This is all more accountable to the clout to the skull then the accessive amount of beverage I had partaken of the night before. So, I sat up to remedy the situation and start bash some skulls. However, my sitting up never really began. I got roughly 2 inches before the strap around my chest restrained me. I began to pick my hand up to remove this obstacle but found them also securely bound to the bed I was laying on. This really began to piss me off. Now, its not hard to understand why I would begin to get a little bit upset when my night of drinking was spoiled by a clout to the head, but then to tie me up and take me off to god knows were� Lets just say my blood was boiling.

Just this time someone came in from the front of the trailor. I couldn't see who as the movement of my head was limited by several rather large pillows. Finally though, a short, blonde haired woman came into view. Well, woman is putting it kindly. This� mutation of nature was a purplish color in the face, which was broken up by several large moles. Her eyes were pure black, having no color what so ever in the iris. I took this all in in several seconds before I turned away and stared fixedly at the wall. Which was much more appealing at the time. Any ways, this woman began to speak to me in some gypsy talk I couldn't understand. So, I dozed off. What else was I to do, my head hurt and my stomach was not feeling so good.

Some time later I awoke. Again I was alone in the trailor. This time though, I was untied. I wasted no time jumping up and scanning my surroundings. The trailor looked rather old and beat up. I looked down and noticed I now had my pants on but was still missing a shoe. Wasting no more time I went to the door. Locked. I then tried the windows. Sealed. Now, to a nomal person this may have been an obstacle, but I was still quite fired up over my mishandling and my lost shoe. So I placed my foot straight through the window, knocking it out paine and all. I heard several startled voices so I wasted no time. I quickly jumped out the window, ducked into a roll, and came up running. I heard voices behind me and the tread of following footsteps but did not look back. Around to my front was a field and off in the distance, about 100 yards, a forest. I took off at a dead run and made good time, for still being hungover, to the woods. I stopped momentarily to look behind me and see were my jailors had gone. I saw 5 men still about 5 yards back and 1 man just ready to jump me and drag me to the ground. However his leap was met with a foot to the throat which stopped his momentum rather quickly. So, has he lay there making rather interesting noises I jumped the bush line and ran into the forest.

Once in the forest I made good ground. I jumped over exposed rocks and dashed through tangle vines. I eventually came out on the other side of the forest and saw a small town in the distance. Seeing no further sign of my trackers I moved as quickly as I still could to this town.

Now you are up to date on what is happening. I pen this from this small town as to the name I don't know. Even now I hear a commotion in the street. So I must stop this letter now before they find me. I leave whoever finds this, and I hope it is not my captors, the job to help find me and to help me escape these people. I have nearly ran out of time I must now�

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