by Ash Fanrico » Fri Jun 18, 2004 3:59 am
"It's settled then. Right it is." said Duile motioning with his right arm. Grabbing his pack off the ground, resting the scythe upon his left shoulder and slinging the jacket over the other, he began to head in the direction that was chosen, with the others following behind.
Going... just... as... planned.
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From within the deepest depths of Belvoken, shrouded by the thick fog, and within one of the dilapidated structures... hung upon a wall was a very familiar half-elf. Sans a shirt, as whatever had him chained up there had also taken that article of clothing.
The chains keeping him in place rustled to life as his eyes opened. "What... the hell?" were his first words upon regaining consciousness.
"About time... he woke..." came a raspy voice from within the surrounding darkness. Two bright, blood red eyes lit up and approached Coppermirth.
"What the fuck have you done?" asked the now enraged half-elf as he struggled in the shackles. He wanted to lash out at those eyes... just lash out at something to sate the anger within.
"We were... worried... that we might have hit you... a little too hard... bastardous half-blood." replied the voice as an icy hand grasped Duile's chin and lifted it up a bit.
"Afraid that you wouldn't be alive... not that wether you die or not is of much concern to us... but it would make a special someone within our ranks... mightily... unhappy."
Duile spat at the bright red eyes, but no sound of contact could be heard. "Tell 'em I'm not interested. Tell them to go back to whatever little shithole they crawled out of." he growled back at those annoying eyes.
"Spunk... lots of spunk. She'll like that... oh yes she will. You see... she hasn't had a plaything in so long... she began to get depressed. Hope you're as strong as you are foul-mouthed my friend. The last... playmate... of hers... didn't last that long." said the eyes... seeming not caring or even taking notice of the half-elf's objections.
"Where are my teammates? What have you done to them?" hissed Duile, struggling more in his bonds.
"Nothing... yet." replied the eyes as the icy grasp let go.
"Our orders at first were to stall you four... but that cost us four of our best doppelgangers. So to ensure that the ceremony goes without interuption... we've been ordered to finish you all off. Luckily for you... my pointy-eared friend... that one of our own chose you as her next toy. It may not be the most... desireable of fates... but truelly not as bad as what will happen to your friends. So... cheer up." replied the eyes.
"What? What Ceremony? What the hell are you speaking of demon spawn?" ordered back Duile.
"Why should I tell you? You're going to be too busy anyway... and it's not like you're going anywhere." replied the eyes as they began to turn away.
"ANSWER ME!!!" barked Duile, straining against the chains.
"I thought Elves, even halves, were supposed to be smart and intelligent. I'm surprised you haven't figured it out by now half-blood. You disappoint me." replied the eyes, not even looking at the chained Duile.
Duile's ears twitched, sensing the arrival of something within the shadows.
"Ah... she's here now." announced the eyes.
From out of the darkness came a very shapely form, a female form. Entering Duile's field of vision, he could see her almost perfectly, even within the darkness.
Dark unkept hair, that snaked down to her backside... just above the rounded buttocks. What looked like tattoos at first, were not... as upon closer inspection... they were infact dead vines, full of thorns, that twisted and covered most of her arms and legs. They were infact the only article of "clothing" she had on, as the woman wore practically nothing else, cept for the dead leaves that covered the undersides of her ample chest. Duile would've looked longer at the rest of her (specially the more desireable parts)... but the thing that caught and kept his attention the quickest... would have to be her eyes. Those... eyes...
They were glowing yellow, and looked almost feline in appearance. A cat sizing up it's prey, with eyes full of anticipation. This woman appeared to be very beautiful indeed. Almost too perfect for the imperfection that is Belvoken. But Duile's conscience was hitting him like an orc's hammer.
Yes... she was beautiful... but that beauty was most likely hiding the twisted darkness within her.
"So... you finally got him. I was beginning to become impatient... Drakhurn my dear. Oh look at him! He looks... absolutely... delicious." said the she-creature as she turned to the blood red eyes.
"Yes yes my dear Tileesha... just... try to make him last longer than the last one." replied the eyes as they took their leave.
"Oooohh... don't worry... I'll take good care of my newest possession." said Tileesha as she turned her attention back to Duile.
"I want to let my newest love toy last... now don't I?" she asked out loud to nobody in particular, as she placed a hand on Duile's chest. The vines surrounding her hand immediately began branching out along the half-elf's skin. The thorns pricking at the exposed flesh.
Duile winced as he tried to, somehow, back away from this creature. As if he could somehow phase through the wall and away from this sick and twisted thing that had only gods know what on it's mind. To be perfectly honest, Duile didn't want to find out, but his attempts to combine with the wall were not working.
He only hoped that right now his comrades were looking for him.