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Post by Nihael on Feb 14, 2006 0:56:11 GMT -5
Nihael was lost in thought as he headed towards the river, thinking of what had happened yesterday, what Onyxia had said and his thoughts mainly kept drifting towards Vavrin. He ahrdly even noticed where he was heading, mainly following the soft sounds of water splashing, somewhere ahead of him. Enjoying the invigorating feeling of the chill morning air against the bare skin of his chest, he took a deep breath to wake himself up and to try and clear his thoughts aswell. Looking up, he noticed that there was a pile of clothing lying on the riverbank and for a moment he could not quite tell who they belonged to, until he looked out over the river.
It took a moment for him to register, with his still somewhat dulled mind, but it didn't take him long to realize that the flaming red hair was not a trick of light, but it was actually Vavrin, bathing in the river. He found himself once again, with a familiar tugging lower than his abdomen and unable to make his body obey his mind. He kept screaming at himself to run like hell until he reached the camp, but he could not help but stare openmouthed, his tunic falling from his seemingly nerveless fingers, drifting towards the river in the slight breeze. He was sure his jaw was hanging as though it was dislocated, but he was unable to snap it back shut. Maybe it is dislocated. Trying the pull his eyes away from her, he found it impossible to even blink his eyes, instead they started watering from being left open for so long. Unable to even try and will himself to do anything as his mind fell as blank as his face looked, probably from the lack of blood in his brain, he could only manage mere snippets of thought. So this is what it feels like to be paralyzed.
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Post by Vavrinec on Feb 14, 2006 1:18:21 GMT -5
Vavrin bobbed up from the water and pushed her blood-coloured hair off of her face. She turned slightly in the chilly water, and noticed that the Rider was not far from the bank of the river, looking somewhat astonished. Locking eyes with him, Vavrin did not appear alarmed, enraged, or scared. Her pale face was rather indifferent, and she merely blinked as the water droplets fell from her eyelashes and onto her cheeks. Watching him stand there for a while, he did not speak and nor did she.
All that was visible of her body was her shoulders, and she ran her hands over her neck. Again, she sank farther into the river, until the water was up to her eyes and her long hair fanned out on the surface of the water. Slowly turning away from the rider, she swam farther out and kept bathing in silence.
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Post by Nihael on Feb 14, 2006 1:29:33 GMT -5
It was her indifference to his being there that finally snapped Nihael out of his reverie. Of it doesn't affect her at all, why should it affect me? You know full well why it affects you. A twitch from below his abdomen reminded him why. Shrugging off those thoughts, he moved downstream a respectable distance from Vavrin, but still in sight of her, he turned his back and began to wash his stained tunic. Every now and then, he could not help but steal quick glimpses of her bathing, but he finally stopped when he was sure that she had noticed him staring at her for a moment, turning his head and blushing, he proceeded to scrub his tunic with much gusto, trying to appear that he hardly even noticed her presece. When he was finally satisfied that the stains were either all gone or invisible, he layed the tunic out on the grass and dried it with a few quick words, a plume of steam rising off it as all the water evaporated. Quickly slipping out of his own clothing, placing it on top of the shirt, he slid into the water aswell and started to wade towards the middle of the river, going in as deep as possible, before stopping to clean himself of the accumulated grim of their travels and the fight.
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Post by Vavrinec on Feb 14, 2006 17:03:14 GMT -5
Thoroughly enjoying the water once she was cleansed, Vavrin stretched her limbs and began swimming around. She did this for a while, utilizing the muscles in her back, legs, and arms with each movement. She would swim out further down the river in the opposite direction of Nihael, then return again to where she started. On occasion she would stop, plunging herself underneath quickly then resurface for air.
Out of curiousity she would sometimes glance at the Rider, making sure he did not notice. Turning away, she wadded in where the water was slightly more shallow. Resting on her knees on the riverbed, she raked her fingers through her hair. Drops of water slipped down her exposed neck and shoulderblades as she continually detangled her layered curtain of hair. Its long length fell down on both of her shoulders in its usual manner, and she twisted it with her fingertips, wringing most of the water out as it dripped off the ends. Long wet bangs that fell past her cheekbones partially obscured her eyes as the morning sun began to rise slowly in the hazy sky.
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Post by dannylam4 on Feb 14, 2006 17:27:28 GMT -5
"You two done around here yet?" Yin and Yang asked. They stood on two ledges, standing away from eachother, one where Vavrin was and the other where Nihael was. Yang held out his hand to Vavrin as Yin held his out to Nihael, a towel in their hands. "Come on, we should get ready for our leave."
Will you be riding Onyxia again? Yang asked Vavrin as he walked back towards Yin. We can keep Indy to the wagon if you wish to ride with Onyxia or with us.
"We'll see you back at the camp then," the twins told Vavrin and Nihael.
Try not to get... distracted, Yin told Vavrin and Nihael with a slight grin.
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Post by Vavrinec on Feb 14, 2006 18:06:23 GMT -5
Vavrin glanced over her left shoulder to see Yang standing there, offering a towel. She turned a bit in the water, covering her chest with her forearm modestly and reached to take the towel. "I am done. Thank you, Yang." She wrapped the towel tightly around her body as she stepped out of the water and onto the riverbank. "No, I will not be riding Onyxia again, I will be joining you instead," she stated to Yang, "and no, I will not get distracted." she reassured Yin with a smile as she pushed aside the wet veil of bangs that hung in her eyes with the backside of her hand.
She rubbed herself vigourously with the towel and began to dress. Both articles of underthings going on first, she tossed the towel aside and pulled her black leggings on next. Crouching down to retrieve her belt, she stepped into her boots and set her belt and sword aside for last. Vavrin picked up her black cap-sleeved tunic top and held it out in front of her, brushing away any random specs of dirt. Raising her arms and pulling the tunic over her head, she tugged it down and bent slightly to get her belt. Buckling it low on her hips and adjusting her top again, she withdrew her sword and approached the stream to give it a quick rinse and buffed it up with the towel. The blade glinted in the sun as she admired it, and once she was satisfied she replaced it in its sheath and folded the towel up nicely.
Giving her hair a good wring so that all the remaining water had seeped out, she spoke a quick string of words and it had instantly dried, returning to its natural thick, straight, consistency. It too shone in the sun as her blade did, its locks blowing off of her shoulders as she began to make her way towards the camp to rejoin the twins.
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Post by Nihael on Feb 15, 2006 0:30:48 GMT -5
"Try not to get... distracted,
Nihael could not help but feel a flash of annoyance towards the Twin for his remark and partly because it was somewhat true. He quickly finished bathing and quickly waded out of the river, stepping out unclothed before quickly drying himself off with a few words, ignoring the towel the Twin had left lying in the grass nearby. Quickly putting his clothes back on, he headed back towards the camp, reaching out with his mind to find Onyxia and to tell her that they would be getting ready to leave soon, but first, there was the matter of the prisoner to attend to, should provide them with some early morning entertainment and get things started off with a kick. Smiling to himself as he contemplated on the best way for them to kill him after they had pressed the last possible scrap of information from his battered mind. He quite enjoyed the idea of gutting the man and hanging him with his own entrails and leave his body for the crows and vultures to take care of.
Breaking out of the foliage, he saw the others already gathered around the wagon, getting their gear ready, mentally taking note of where he had left all his remaining gear and thinking of what he should take with him while traveling on Onyxia and what to leave behind, he started to immediately pack up his theings the moment he got there, knowing exactly what he did and did not want. Passing Vavrin on his way to drop off some of the things he would not need, on the wagon, he could not help but let his mind drift back towards his less than reasonable thoughts, as he watched her moving quickly through the camp, gathering up her things.
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Post by Vavrinec on Feb 15, 2006 0:54:46 GMT -5
Vavrin had gathered all her things up, and was ready to leave. However the task at hand was dealing with the prisoner, something she wanted to get out of the way before they left. Once she had placed all her things inside the wagon, she grabbed the prisoner by the ankles and dragged him out of the wagon like a sack of potatos. His body hit the ground with a thud, and he was still bound by the wrists and ankles. Vavrin forced herself into the mind of the prisoner with a sharp mental jab.
"Wake up, dolt."
She looked down upon the dirty face of the bandit, watching as he writhed in the dirt. "Ooh, dont like that much, do you?" Vavrin smirked and kicked the prisoner in the side with her boot, and the prisoner groaned and mumbled incoherantly. Vavrin called out to the Rider, "Oy! What say you and I have a little fun with this prisoner?"
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Post by dannylam4 on Feb 15, 2006 17:51:15 GMT -5
Yin and Yang looked down at the bandit next to Vavrin. "Have fun with your torture," they said, turning away from her. "We prefer the kill rather then the torture. Come get us at the stream if you want him killed, if you wish."
They turned their heads and smiled at the prisoner, smiling as they walked towards the stream. Yin collected his towel that Nihael had not used and stripped down, slowly walking into the water. He turned and looked at Yang. Are you not coming in?
No...[/color] Yang said, drawing his blade and standing on a shallow end of the stream. He swung his blade, running against the thin skin of the stream and sprayed thin dropplets of water into the air.
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Post by Vavrinec on Feb 15, 2006 18:20:03 GMT -5
Vavrin retrieved her box of hooks from the wagon and held them in one hand, and dragged the prisoner with the other away from the wagon and the river and into the trees. The bandit was exhausted and didnt put up much of a struggle, but that would come all in good time.
They came to a stop in a small clearing of trees, and there she knelt down by the bandit, looking him in the eye. "I'm going to enjoy this very much. Don't get too excited now... I am going to torture you. Just as soon as a friend of mine joins us." Sitting against a tree trunk, Vavrin waited, arms crossed. She propped her feet across the prisoner's stomach and kept an eye on him while anxiously awaiting the arrival of Nihael.
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Post by Nihael on Feb 15, 2006 20:03:08 GMT -5
Nihael watched with an amused etachement as Vavrin dragged the prisoner down from the cart like a sack of potatoes and kick him several times in the ribs. Strapping on his breastplate, he strode over towards the two with a cold, hard look on his face that was reminiscent of a grimace. Giving the man a brief, stony look, he looked away with disdain, and spoke with Vavrin, keeping his back to the man. "I see you have the putrid sack of meat that calls itself a man has finally awakened, Shall we get on with the *questioning*?" he said with a small wink and a smile at Vavrin before he reassumed the hard look and turned back towards the man. "If you know what is good for you, you will speak all that you know as fast as possible. remember, we can take to to the brink of Death, only to bring you back with a few words, before we take you there again. If you wish to be chivalrous and remain tight-lipped, we shall make you regret the day your father ever laid eyes on the vagrant wench that you called your mother."
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Post by Vavrinec on Feb 15, 2006 23:06:25 GMT -5
"Yes, let's get this started. I'll let you do the questioning. I'm ever so eager to put my lovely hooks to use, I do hope he gives me a reason to." Vavrin gave Nihael a slightly mischievious grin, and stood up dusting the dirt from her leggings.
"So, where should we begin?" she said, crossing her arms and glancing down at the disheveled man. He was a truly pathetic sight, she just hoped that he would be truly worth the time and effort.
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Post by Nihael on Feb 15, 2006 23:26:26 GMT -5
"Let us start with a few basics shall we? Something to establish a base of trust."-- Nihael said with a shadow of friendliness to his voice, but gone almost as abruptly as it came --"Who are you and where are you from?" He waited for a moment while the man sat there, his lips held together in a thin line. "Need I remind you that we could easily just *take* this information, only it is rather inconvinient for me and it would be *very* uncomfortable to you." Nihael waited another moment while the man rapidly shook his head from side to side. "Maybe all you need is a little coaxing?" -- Steeping aside, allowing the man to see the fish hooks glinting in the sunlight, in Vavrin's hands --"Vavrin, would you care to show our friend just how persuasive you can be?"
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Post by Vavrinec on Feb 15, 2006 23:43:45 GMT -5
A smile that was anything but pleasant spread across the Shade's face. "It would be my -pleasure-," she knelt behind the man, pushing him up in a sitting position. She took a single shiny hook from her palm and grabbed the man's index finger. Holding the hook at the ready, she narrowed her eyes and pierced the center of the man's finger, pushing it until the hook came out of the other side, through the nail. The scream that came from the bandit's lips was pleasing to her ears. She hoped to hear it again, soon.
Blood began to pour from the man's finger immediately, she watched it drip and glanced briefly at Nihael, taking another hook and holding it ready. "Let's try this again, shall we?"
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Post by Nihael on Feb 15, 2006 23:54:03 GMT -5
Smiling a grim little smile, he stepped forward to adress the man once again, "Maybe now you will be more willing to give up some simple information?"-- He noticed the look of determination coming through the pain on the man's face -- "Do not be a fool! We will found out everything you know, eventually. No matter how strong of will a man may be, he always has a breaking point, or a weakness. I do not think it would be pleasant for you to force us to have to find out what it will be for you, would it?" The man continued to shake his head, still grimacing with pain. "A little more coaxing to loosen your tongue, perhaps? Keep in mind, this is alot more pleasant for us than it is for you." With a little nod to Vavrin, he stood waiting while she continued her work with the hooks.
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Post by Vavrinec on Feb 16, 2006 0:05:17 GMT -5
Wasting no time, Vavrin took nine more hooks and inserted them the same way she did the first. She pushed each of them in with force, each of them causing a different moan, scream, and wail from the man. When she was through, a large pool of blood was left on the ground, and with each drip of the man's blood, it spread wider and wider.
Standing upright, she walked infront of the man and beside Nihael. "Next time, I cut you open and hold you together with my special hooks. We'll see how well your intestines stay inside your body, or maybe they will spill out, tearing your flesh from the barbs." Withdrawing her dagger from her boot, she ran a finger over its blade, watching as the man trembled, involentary tears streaming down his face.
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Post by Nihael on Feb 16, 2006 0:27:00 GMT -5
Nihael watched with what seemed like a bored look on his face, although he was enjoying this immensly on the inside. "I ask one more time, Who are you? And where are you from?"
He listened as the man rapidly shot off his name and that he was from Narda. At the mentioning of Narda, his eyes widened but a portion of a fraction of an inch, before he resumed his calm demeanor. Fool! It is just chance, after all, we are not far from Narda. "See? That wasn't very hard, now was it?"-- the man gave his head a little shake in answer to his question thhis time, rather than defiance --" How many were in your group to begin with?" he asked a few other questions of minor importance, or ones to which he already knew the answers to. It was a little trick he had learned from interrogating people, if you get them to start talking and continuosly, they let their guard down and tended to let things slip, or if you chose just the right wrds, you could startle them with a sharp question while they were unawares, and usually they blurted something out before clamping their mouths shut. At the very least, you could atleast find out if they knew anything or not. After a few more questions, he decided it was time he caught the man off guard, "Who were the others this letter speaks of? Cyric died from the pain, just before he could tell me." from the startled look in the man's eyes as he stared at the parchment and the way he started stuttering, he knew that the man knew something, he saw the man visibly bite back his tingue before he said anything. Shaking his head with a mocking, sad look on his face, he once again motioned to Vavrin to continue her work.
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Post by Vavrinec on Feb 16, 2006 0:42:58 GMT -5
Vavrin could hardly contain her excitement. She pushed the man flat on his back and straddled his thighs so he wouldnt move. Vavrin looked up at Nihael and said, "You might want to hold his shoulders down." She ripped the man's shirt in half and moved it aside so she had a clear view of his exposed upper body.
Brandishing her dagger in her right hand, she placed her left hand on his side and began to make a horizontal incision in the man's lower abdomen. Pushing her blade in deeply, she had to sort of make a sawing motion as she dragged the blade across, until a very large cut was made. It was extremely messy, but she maintained her focus despite the man's ear-piercing screams. Vavrin was almost certain that the twins had heard it all the way to the river.
Setting her blade aside, she took more hooks and inserted four of them through his skin, as one would attempt to stitch a tear in fabric. The man's skin pulled at the hooks, and more blood began pouring rapidly from the opening. To anyone else, the man's screams would have been unbearable. But to Vavrin, it was like a sweet melody that kept getting better by the moment.
"You will bleed to death before my eyes if you do not relinquish your information about the letter. I would advise you to speak quickly, before your guts decide to pop out onto my lap."
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Post by Nihael on Feb 16, 2006 0:58:48 GMT -5
Nihael quickly knelt down above the man and leaned all his mass on the man's shoulders. He knew pain could give men an almost inhumane strength. He could not help but admire Vavrin's steady hand and concentration as she cut the man open and inserted her hooks, holding him together. He could not help but admire more than her concentration despite the man writhing and screaming below him.
"You will bleed to death before my eyes if you do not relinquish your information about the letter. I would advise you to speak quickly, before your guts decide to pop out onto my lap."
It was not long before the man started to scream that he would tell them whatever they wanted, so long as they made the pain stop. It will stop soon enough. "I think our little friend is ready to spill his guts, so to speak, don't you?" Nihael said with a smile. "Just to make sure,"-- Nihael took out a small burred hook from Vavrin's box and inserted it into the cut in the man's belly before he returned pressure to the man's shoulders to keep him down. -- "Atleast that will keep him to his word, even if he had thoughts otherwise."
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Post by dannylam4 on Feb 16, 2006 10:39:59 GMT -5
Yang shivered as he swung his sword, swinging it lower then he expected and sending pebbles into the air. He stood, frozen in his stance, breathing as the pebbles gently splashed against the water. Are you okay, brother?[/color] Yin asked, not turning to look at him. For a moment, nothing in the area sept for Yang's breathing and Yin slowly wading through the water. Yang![/color]
Yes...[/color] Yang said quietly. He slowly began to move again, slicing his blade through the air.
Silence your ears, brother. Listen not to the screams.[/color] Yang slowly returned to normal speed. He sped up quickly as he heard the sound of the hook piece the man's belly, the sound of blood dripping and hitting the floor, and the sound of the man's screams rang through his mind. His pace increased still, trying to silence the torture with the sound of his sword cutting through the air.
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