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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1883
(7/7/03 12:37 pm)
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Re: Torture
Atan hears the voice withdraw from his side, and then some unintelligible whispering. Less than a minute later he hears the brazier being lifted and carried out of the room.
The voice returns to his side. The ominous sound of a blade being drawn invades his ears, and Atan feels the cold edge of the weapon laid across his throat.
"Move and die."
Atan's bonds are then removed, but before he has much chance to stretch his agonizingly stiff and wounded limbs he is lifted bodily from the table. He feels a hood hastily thrown over his head and sinched tight around his throat with cord. The blade is removed from his throat.
Atan jerks a bit to test the strength of whoever is carrying him, but quickly finds the man is both immensely strong and unnaturally large. Atan's six-foot-plus frame is cradled in the man's arms like a child, held fast to his chest with hands the size of dinner plates. Motion also sends a lance of pain shooting up his body from his smashed knee so Atan accepts his fate and lets himself be carried.
"The bastard soiled himself," a deep Moagaran voice rolls down from above Atan. It seems at least that he is being carried by a human, albeit a mighty big one. Atan hadn't noticed the fluid crusted into his trousers, but it seemed that last night's ale demanded release.
Atan is carried a short distance from his cell, and feels that the man takes two turns before dropping him hard onto a cold stone floor. The hood is removed, as is the blindfold. Dim torchlight streams into the cell from a shadowy hallway, and Atan just gets a glimpse of the retreating form of his carrier. The man is huge, and barely fits through the massive oak doorway, which is closed behind him.
Atan hears chains rattle as the door is bolted shut and secured. His cell is pitch black for a moment until a small hatch is slid open at the bottom of the door. Two bowls are pushed through the gap: one of water, the other of runny soup not much more than water. The hatch is left open as Atan's captors walk away.
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Atan
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 176
(7/7/03 3:52 pm)
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Re: Torture
Getting to his feet a gingerly as possible, he hobbles over to the slot, trying hard not to make a sound. Peeking out the slot he tries to get an idea of his surrounding and what his captors, or at least their backs, look like.
A short time later after his eyes adjust, he will inspect his room.
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1888
(7/7/03 5:04 pm)
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Re: Torture
Atan doesn't see much of his captors due to the thickness of the door and the difficult angle from which he tries to view them. There are two men, one large, one small. The large one must have carried him. The other... who knows?
The room itself is a simple stone cell not more than eight feet on a side. The ceiling stands at least ten feet above and all six sides of the place are featureless. The corridor outside is made of the same old stone. A single lantern hangs from a steel hook nearby.
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Atan
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 177
(7/8/03 9:49 am)
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Re: Torture
After surveying his cell he limps over to the water and soup. Sniffing the soup, "What have we got here?", he asks rehetorically.
[Atan sniffs the two bowls and then checks with a small mouthfull to make sure neither is contaminated. He will drink them if it seems safe to do so. Once done eating he will inspect his wounds. Tearing the arms off of his shirt (uses his good arm to pull and his good foot to hold the shirt) he sets about making wraps to best immoblize his hand and knee. And he will keep his chest burn covered by the shirt remenants.
What are the bowls made of?
How far out in the hall is the lamp?
Can I hear anybody else besides the two jailers?
Any bedding?]
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1894
(7/8/03 11:52 am)
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Re: Torture
The food and water don't seem contaminated and Atan's hunger soon gets the better of him. The soup disappears quickly, but he wisely saves most of the water.
The bowls are made of simple wood. The lamp is about eight feet down the hall, on the opposite side from Atan's cell. Atan can hear no one else, or anything at all really. Besides himself and his two bowls, the room is empty.
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Atan
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 179
(7/11/03 8:23 am)
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Re: Torture
[The next time he hears a jailor walk by he will try and strike up a conversation. He will start with "Excuse me sir, but it seems I ordered the steak and potatoe pie." Then if he can get a laugh he'll introduce himself and then will in a normal conversational way ask the jailor how long the watches are and is there anyone else who helps (play on the normal disgruntled worker attitude, "Aw man 8 hour watch. That sucks. Do you have to stand it alone or do you at least have somone else to talk too?") Most importantly Atan will treat the jailor with respective and not in anyway be aggressive.]
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1912
(7/11/03 8:29 am)
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Re: Torture
Atan hears nothing, and no one walks by. He is totally alone, somewhere underground.
More than an hour passes and he considers trying to get some sleep when the sounds of footsteps approaching his cell echo down the corridor. Atan tries to crack a joke to get his jailor's attention, but stops short when the light in the hallway is extinguished.
Edited by: Jubilex at: 7/11/03 8:31 am
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Atan
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 180
(7/11/03 11:00 am)
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Re: Torture
Wincing in pain from his throbbing knee, "Hey! Aww c'mon. How can read if there is not light?"
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Atan
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 181
(7/11/03 11:09 am)
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Re: Torture
Wincing in pain from his throbbing knee, "Hey! Aww c'mon. How can read if there is not light? OK, I'll just have to sing then;
Sneaky snake goes dancing,
a gigli'n and a hissing,
sneaky snake goes dancing,
a gigli'n and kissing.
I don't mind old sneaky snake,
he laughs too much you see,
when he goes wiggling through the grass,
it tickles his underneath.
Young little elves take warning,
when you go by the lake,
keep your eyes wide open,
and look for sneaky snake.
He doesn't have any arms and legs,
he got two holes for ears,
and if your caught not looking,
he'll bite you in your rear.
Ohhhh, sneaky snake goes dancing,
a giglin' and hissing
sneaky snake goes dancing,
a gigli'n and kissing."
[If he gets no response from the jailor then he will go to sleep.]
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1915
(7/11/03 11:34 am)
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Re: Torture
Atan's "jailor" apparently waits patiently for him to finish, as he hears no sound in the hallway during his performance. From beyond the thick oak door Atan hears a strong female voice.
"A lovely rhyme, though I've heard better singers in a Dobrug brothel. Now if you would please remain silent and try not to move too much, I'm going to open this door. If I hear another word from you I'll have you castrated moments before I cut off your feet."
The words are spoken is a simple, almost business-like manner. Atan has no doubt the strange woman means what she says, and is confident she could carry out her threat.
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/22/03 10:11 am
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Atan
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 182
(7/11/03 1:42 pm)
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Re: Torture
[Atan stays very still and tries to pickout any unusual smells/fragrances as well as anything about her voice such as accents, studder, rolling r's......
Can he hear if anyone else is with the women?
How dark is it with my night vision?]
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1916
(7/11/03 1:47 pm)
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Re: Torture
Atan can't see a thing. It is pitch black in his cell, and in the hallway. He sniffs the air but can't pick out anything unusual, although his own stench could choke a horse.
From her voice Atan thinks she's a dwarf.
[A dwarf would make sense. No light so I can't see her. It all makes sense now. Do I sense she is a friend of Choas (+3)?]
Edited by: Atan at: 7/11/03 5:20 pm
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1918
(7/11/03 5:33 pm)
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Re: Torture
Atan's sense for such things is extremely poor. He can't tell if she's dwarf or half-broo.
[Half-broo? Is there such a thing? That would be an eerie thought.]
Edited by: Atan at: 7/12/03 10:22 am
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1919
(7/13/03 10:56 am)
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Re: Torture
Atan hears faint metallic scratching from beyond the door, and a few seconds later the rattling of chains as the stranger removes the lock. The familiar thud of the wooden bar sliding into place precedes the creaking hinges of the opening door.
The woman is stealthy, as slides into the room without more than the barest of sounds to indicate her presence.
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Atan
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 184
(7/13/03 1:40 pm)
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Re: Torture
Atan silently sits, his back against a wall with the wrecked leg extended out straight in front of him. With the creaking of the door he relexively shrinks back a little and cautiously raises his hands to ward his head from the anticipated blows.
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1921
(7/13/03 2:23 pm)
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Re: Torture
Atan feels hands grab his tunic collar and he is dragged to his feet, or foot as only one leg is willing to accept any weight being put on it. The pain of being bodily heaved around is almost matched by his surprise that a woman could be that strong. In one fluid motion the stranger pulls Atan forward, puts her shoulder into his abdomen and heaves him off the ground.
"Now stay quiet and you'll live," she hisses, turning to leave the pitch black darkness of Atan's cell, with its former occupant slung over her back.
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Atan
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 185
(7/13/03 5:22 pm)
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Re: Torture
Atan does his best to bite back a yelp as he is hoisted. While she lumbers down the jail hall he lets his hands hang limply to see if they touch ground.
[Can he feel her hair (ie does it seem long/short, ponytail, braids or dreadlocks? Also does she have any unique scent? Lastly he will use his Intuit Direction skill (+3) and try to build some ruidmentary directions for use later. Each time she turns he will start counting a steady rhythm by her steps, not out loud of course. (stagger, stagger, crawl, crawl)]]
Edited by: Atan at: 7/13/03 5:29 pm
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1923
(7/13/03 9:33 pm)
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Re: Torture
Atan can't feel his porter's hair, but his outstretched hands do make contact with the back of her boots. This woman, whoever she is, is considerably shorter than he is. Considering the bredth of her shoulders, Atan becomes more an more convinced she's a dwarf.
[An ammendment to my previous post is that as soon as Atan figures he has moved outside the building he will use his Intuit Direction skill (+3) to keep track of his movements so as to be able to return later.]
Edited by: Atan at: 7/14/03 6:50 am
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1928
(7/14/03 10:14 am)
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Re: Torture
The dwarf woman marches along the corridor seemingly unencumbered by the wounded sack of dead-weight that is Atan of the Merek Lek. She makes several turns and passes through at least two open doors. At one point Atan thinks he hears a second set of footsteps behind them, but he can't be sure.
The passages through which Atan is carried stay dark and cold. The dwarf woman apparently knows where she's going, and is soon hefting her cargo up a set of stone steps (wooden ones always creak). She turns, goes up more steps, then continues down another passage.
The dwarf woman pauses frequently, apparently listening or looking around corners in the subterranean labryinth. Atan can't imagine any Moagaran building having such an extensive underground network of passages, and think it might be some old construction from the days when the Lunars built Raven's Gate.
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1936
(7/15/03 1:27 pm)
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Re: Torture
The journey continues with Atan's skull throbbing from the blood pooling in his head, pressing into the bruises on his face that must be purple and ripe by now. More than once he hears the soft breathing and careful footsteps of someone following them just a few feet behind. It is too close for someone not allied with the dwarven woman, so Atan assumes it is an accomplice.
Finally, Atan is dumped on the ground, his back thumping against a solid piece of wood that could be a barrel, or maybe a crate. Atan can hear the dwarf's voice quite close to his ear as she takes his good hand and reaches it out to touch a vertical wooden surface just a few feet away.
"This is a door, and it leads to an alley. Go left down the alley until you reach the city wall. Follow the wall to the left - that's south - as far as you can. Your life depends on you being far away from here as quickly as you can move. Any questions?"
Edited by: Jubilex at: 7/15/03 1:28 pm
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