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A Dark Revenge
603 (Minilsuzyan reclamation)
Pit pat…pit pat…pit pat...
The steady pounding of water droplets against a man’s temple compelled him to wake, to open his eyes.
Darkness, he took in through his eyes.
The small cohering droplets frigidly caressed the side of his face and the man’s reflexes did what any others unaccustomed to the damp intrusion would do. They caused him to shiver. At this moment two things happened: He suddenly became aware of his bodies physical sensations, and let loose an agonizing scream so alien to him that it must not be his own. His heart responded by reaching a rate similar to the thud, thud, thu-thud, of a dire badger’s footsteps as it races towards its prey.
Oh Gods the AGONY! I’ve never felt something so excruciating.
It felt as if he had been dragged aimlessly for great distances over something rough and unforgiving. He ached in places never before thought possible. Muscles screamed in protest at the very effort they put forth just to hold his body together in one piece. The skin shed crimson tears as it tried with all of its biological efforts to seal the thousands of gashes strewn over it.
After what seemed to be an eternity the pain somehow became tolerable. The frantic breaths and quickly beating heart began to slow. Some semblance of rational thought returned to the man as his higher thinking processes wrestled free from the clutches of pain.
What in the hells have I gotten myself into now?
The eyes frantically darted back and forth gasping for light, but there was only darkness. He tried to stand but something was restraining him. Hands wanted to reach down in protest to this deterrent, but they didn’t seem to be working either. In fact they were tied in a rather uncomfortable position behind his back. Arcane words reflexively flew from his parched throat to try and shed some light on the situation. Instead of a burst of magical light nothing happened, and the darkness persisted unopposed.
The man sighed in frustration.
Think. Why do I know secrets of the arcane? Who Am I? How did I get here?
It all came back to him rather suddenly.
My name is Julius Rosen. I was born near Daris to a wealthy family. I work a respectable business as the owner of an inn.
Wait a minute that’s not right. He could recall his real “occupation” all too clearly now. My inn is just a cover. I traffic exotic slaves from all over the lands. He chuckled, a very lucrative…and pleasurable business.
I’m an important man then. Someone must be holding me for ransom. I am in no danger of dieing for now.
Julius managed to turn the corners of his mouth into a painful half-smile. In his mind this would all be over soon, and whoever had bothered to capture him would find they bit off more than they could manage. Soon they would be dead, and he would be free from this accursed dark prison.
He spent the next long hours listening for the noises of the nearby raiding party that must have captured him. But Julius only had the sound of his own strained breathing and the slow pit pat of water dropping from above to keep him company. Finally, after a long time, thirst and hunger overcame him. He needed assistance from one of his damned captors or he would die.
They treat me like an animal.
“Hello is anyone there?! I am in need of some COMMON DECENCY!”
Julius managed to surprise himself with the strength of his voice although rough and harsh. He waited listening to his words echo off nearby walls, while his lungs and throat punished him for breaking their simple rhythm of life.
“It is time we talked of recent memories anguished one.”
The reply came far too close to his liking. The voice was definitely feminine with a slight accent he couldn’t place, but it gave its possessor a seductive quality. How did she get so close to me not making a sound? It does not matter, now she will give me what I want and perhaps I will be merciful to her when I am freed. If she is…attractive enough.
He finally managed to sputter out a reply, “Come hither with a light my dear lady so that I Julius Rosen may look upon the fine features attached to that wonderful voice.” His plan was perfect. He would seduce his captor with his charismatic nature so that when the time came her guard would be lowered and his men could easily capture her. He had some of the best trackers of the empire under his employ, and many people in high places would hate for their frequent business opportunities with him to cease.
It was only a matter of time before he was found. Julius fully went on believing in his plan to succeed for about five seconds. Then a small pinpoint of purple light revealed just how dismal his situation really was. Standing before Julius was a terrifyingly beautiful and familiar drow female.
His men had found her some months ago sleeping alone in the treacherous depths below the surface. They were looking for the skulking creatures of eternal darkness, but decided that she was much more favorable to a beholder or something else capable of devouring them. So they captured her and brought her into the land of men. She was presented as a gift to the powerful Julius. He had never seen a drow before and kept her locked away while he slowly tried to convert her into his play thing.
Apparently he had failed miserably as he was now alone underground with her haunting red eyes fixed on him.
No, NO, anyone but her. Oh Gods she’s going to kill me. She must have escaped, and dragged me down into this hell.
He let out a laugh only fitting for a man who knew his death was inevitable.
“I can’t believe my adviser thought you were actually mute. You were watching me, waiting all this time without speaking a single word. Your kind really is as vile and treacherous as they say. Tell me; are you incapable of feeling passion and love? It would be a pity for something as beautiful as you to refuse everything I have to offer.” The man knew that he should have been pleading for his life at this point but it just wasn’t his way, especially when in the presence of one with such malevolent beauty as her.
Julius watched her move towards him as she spoke in what he knew were the last moments of his life.
“You took me from my home into a place I never wished to set eyes upon and made me your slave. You are a pathetic worm, a small nuisance unworthy to touch me without MY permission...
...and now I'm going to return the favor."
At this point she was almost on top of him and motioned to slice the side of his cheek open with her rather long nails. She stopped almost as if forgetting to say something.
“I am Elrith. You will serve me in death locked within your agony.”
Before Julius could object he felt something cold bore through his chest, past his ribs, and into his heart. Elrith quickly withdrew the knife and smiled as she tasted his blood. Julius Rosen may have been a fool in life, but his magical aptitude, and various arcane journals she recovered from his home would one day serve her well. There was much to be done. She quickly dismissed the magical light and began to prepare the body for mummification.
Last edited by Elrith
on Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:14 pm, edited 1 time in total.