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« on: September 06, 2005, 11:34:22 PM »

The Dungeon is located deep underground beneath the palace.

As the prisoner enters the outer door guarded by two heavily armed guards. You notice a long winding stone stairway heading down into the darkness.  It is sparsely lit, by torches hanging from iron braziers every two peds or so.  When you reach the bottom you are greeted by another couple of heavily armed guards and a heavy steel barred door.  Once the prisoner passes them he is greeted by another couple of heavily armed guards.  

There the prisoner is stripped of all his clothes and then thrown into one of the many heavy steel barred rooms; each room has three stone walls, with the heavy steel barred door as the only entrance and exit out of it.  Inside the room, is a hole to go to the bathroom with and a bug infested, moldy straw bed upon which the prisoner can sleep upon.  Some rooms have iron rungs with steel chains attached to them for both the arms and legs, those are for the more dangerous criminals. The only light they get is from the torches hung outside where the guards keep watch over the prisoners.  Deep inside the prison, sometimes a prisoner hears a maniacal laughter followed by inhuman screams..  

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« Reply #1 on: September 08, 2005, 04:15:22 AM »

The smith and Grunok, the orc which he had been trying to defend in the alleyways, were escorted by Rhuel and some other guards. The smith's bounds where beginning to burn into his skin. He couldn't help feeling guilty, if he had never acted sarcasticly maybe Grunok and him might not be in this mess.

Four guards, each more heavily armed their escorts, opened a great metal door. Through this door they went. Then suddenly two guards threw him agaisnt the wall. Another guard begin to tear his shirt off while another tried to take his boots off.

Oi! Watch it you!

The old man said as they began to take his belt, studded with gold.

"Shut it Orc Lover!" one of the guards said before clubbing him over head. The smith fell straight to the ground.

Norkin lay for a while ,motionless, when a sudden thought came to him Wheres Zammy?. Before he could ask he had his silver chain ripped from his neck That was the first chain I made.

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« Reply #2 on: September 09, 2005, 12:38:22 AM »

Rhuel

Rhuel watched impassively as he watched the dungeon guards throw the old man into his cell, strip him of his belongings and left him, naked upon the cell's dirt floor.

The guards were almost like rabid dogs as they fought over the golden studs and silver chain.  His first job was as a dungeon guard and if he had not thwarted an attempted escape so many years ago, he would still be in this stinking hole.  Since that attempted escape, Rhuel noticed the more heavily armed guards and the stronger steel doors.  He wondered if even they could hold an enraged Orc?

Next came the cell in which the Orc would be thrown in.  The guards laughed and leered at the Orc as they opened the Orc's cell door.  "We have a special place for the likes of you, Orc!"  Rhuel glanced in and noticed that this cell had Iron rungs deeply embedded into the stone wall and heavy steel chains attached to them.  Two of them pulled their swords.  "Sarge, if'n you don't want to get hurt, you might want to step back.  Can this dog speak?" One of the guards asked.

He can not only speak, though it is unusual, he can also understand our language." Rheul said.

"He can?  How...where...did...did he learn?" The guard asked him.

"I do not know.  All I do know is what I told you." Rhuel answered.

"Well then Orc, we are going to untie those ropes that bind ye.  But then we are going to shackle ye to these here chains; both wrists and ankles.  If ye giv'n us no trouble, then we won't have to kill you.  Do you understand?" The guard asked him.

He wondering why he was even explaining things to the Orc.  But he thought, he explained things to his dog when he was training him, so why not the Orc.  He sure did not want to fight the Orc.  By the looks of the beast, he would be one tough prisoner and the guard did not relish getting hurt.  He only had three more days down in this stinking hole, and then he was going to be transferred.  So he hoped this Orc would do as he was told.

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« Reply #3 on: September 09, 2005, 08:24:22 AM »

Grunok's head aches. It had started as the empty-headed feeling in the alleyway, and as they had been marched toward this place it had blossomed into full-fledged pain. The streets had been obscured by sparkles of light, and by Grunok's drooping eyelids as he squinted against the harsh daylight. Now, Grunok is roughly guided through a doorway, down some stairs and into blissful, cool darkness. There are noises as of people in pain, echoing from far away, and nearby he hears noises of people talking and shouting - hears, but does not really notice.

Grunok feels the wash of pain as someone near to him speaks, loudly. He grunts in response to the pain as much as anything, but the guards take this as an assent. Trapped in a world of nausea and skull-shattering pressure, the orc hardly notices as he is bound hand and foot to the iron rings in the stone wall of a cell. He feels hands on his body and hears a ripping sound as his coat and shirt are cut away along with his posessions, leaving his great green torso bare to the cool dungeon air. More jeering follows and Grunok moans at the noise as the door slams shut.

He slumps back against the chill stone wall as his fever mounts, growling softly now and then as the headache and the accompanying nausea peak. Wracked with the pain of his head, he doesn't even notice the blood dribbling down his arms and sides where the guards have "accidentaly" managed to slash through his thick orc-hide in some places whilst removing his coat and shirt.

Not even able to think through the pain enough to wonder what is wrong with him, Grunok stands, manacled to the dungeon wall, in desperate need of rescue.





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« Reply #4 on: September 11, 2005, 01:25:22 AM »

Damien Scar

As soon as Damien came within sight of the dungeon's door, he slowed his walk to a stately pace.  He walked up to the guards who were milling around.  One of his own saw him and quickly jumped up, shouting, "Attention!"  All of his guards stood immediately to attention.  The Palace guards stood up, just a bit taller.  Damien walked up, "You are dismissed. Go back to your regular duties." Damien said.

The guards saluted with their pikes and marched off.  One of the Palace guards started to object, "Hey, those men were told to stay here."

Before the man could blink, he was slapped across the face by Damiens heavy gauntlented fist.  The guard fell back, snarling he drew his sword and attacked. Damien quick as a cobra met the mans sword with his own heavy broadsword there was a clang of steel, Damien's sword parried the swing,

Damien nimbly jumped back, feinted a thrust, which the guard fell for, and then with a quick movement, Damien changed his thrust, parried the mans again, but then Damien instead of backing away, side-stepped into his opponent and slashed his way through his opponents middle, he felt his sword go through armour, skin and bone as he continued his follow through he ended standing behind his opponent , his sword blade was blood red.  The guard, stood there for a moment and then slowly, his top half just fell over one way and his bottom half fell another. Damien had just sliced the man in two.  It had only taken a few moments of time and the man lay dead.

He then looked at the other guard; Damiens eyes were dark and glittering and he was not even breathing hard. "Do you wish to challenge my decisions as well?"  Damien asked.

The other guard shook his head no, and then fell to his knees; leaving his lunch upon the cobblestones.  Damien walked over and held out his hand, the guard gave him the keys.  "Thank you neighbor.  I am sorry that it had to come to that, but I do not allow anyone to challenge my authority."
Of course that was not true for everyone, but Damien wanted it and the object lesson well implanted in that guards mind.

Damien opened up the dungeon's main door and walked in.  The hot sun and challenge had made Damien sweat, but the coolness inside the walls of the dungeon soon had Damien dry again.  He slowly took his time walking down the stairs and he came to another set of steel doors guarded by two more men, these more heavily armored than the ones above.  They watched him come down the stairs.  One of them almost glared at him.

Damien stopped in front of them, waited for a moment.  His gauntlet still had speckles of blood upon them and they shimmered in the torch light.  Finally, the right guard, stood at attention and shook his partners sleeve to do the same.  The other guard, the one who glared at Damien's approach, reluctanctly stood at attention.  Damien gave them both a thin smile. "I hear you have two prisoners here.  One was an Orc, that supposedly has my signet ring.  I wish to speak with that Orc and the one who arrested him."

The right guard spoke up, "Yes M;lord Scar. An Orc and a man were arrested and are now being held here.  If you would just sign your name here," the guard pointed at a piece of parchment, "then I shall let you in."  Damien dipped a quill pen in some ink, and signed the parchement.  He noticed that Rhuel's signature was not upon the paper.  "How come the man's name and title who arrested the prisoners is not written upon here?"

The guard stammered, "I assumed he would as soon as he made sure the prisoners were safe behind bars.  He was one of your own men Commander; Sergeant Rhuel."

Damien nodded and then said, "We shall see."  He then turned to the other guard. "You have nothing to say to a superior officer?"

The guard turned his head, and his words came out with the tone bordering on insubordination. "My partner answered all of your questions. I did not think I had anything else to add...M"lord Scar.  Besides, we are Palace guards and we do not answer to you."

Once again Damien's gauntleted fist smashed against a mans jaw.  He felt satisfaction as he heard bone break. The guard's eyes almost popped out of his head and he flew back against the far wall.  He hit it with a sickening thud and then slumped down in the hallway. "I hold the title of Baron as well as Commander.  And that neighbor is why you will give me the respect I deserve."  He turned to the other guard. "Let me in and then go get an apothecary and have your friend looked at. I hope he has learned his lesson and will give a superior the respect that is demanded."

The other guard nodded, openend the inner dungeon door, Damien walked through, palming the keys as he went, and then the guard shut the door and went and searched for an apothecary.

When Damien stepped into the inner chamber of the dungeon.  He noticed a table with cards upon it, and tankards of ale upon it as well, but no guards.  He could hear some jeering farther down inside, where the cells were.  He walked toward the sound.  He passed as cell and looked in, he saw Norkin, laying on a dirt floor naked as the day he was born. It seemed to Damien that he was bleeding.  He did not know if Norkin saw him or not, but tired to give him a nod of assurance and then he continued on.

He came upon several group of soldiers standing outside a cell jeering at a prisoner.  He looked around and did not see Rhuel.  He stopped behind the jeering guards and cleared his throat.  One of the guards turned around, he immediately came to attention and shouted, "Attention."  The rest of the guards quickly turned around and stood at attention.  Damien stared them down, "What goes on here?" He asked.

"Nothing Commander, we were just making fun of the Orc that stole that your ring."

Damien walked past the men and looked into Grunok's cell.  Grunok was chained to the wall, both hands and feet, like an animal.  He lay slumped down with his back against the wall.  He too was stripped naked. Damien's heart sank as he thought of this innocent Orc sitting in the cell all because of him.  Damien tried to look at Grunok in the eye, but in the darkness, he did no know whether Grunok could see him clearly enough. Damien hated the way prisoners were handled these days, when Voltigar was KIng, at least the prisoners, after stripped were given a shift to wear." A prisoner, should at least be afforded some dignity" He could hear Voltigar say.

He turned and spoke to the head guard, "Ah, my ring. neighbors, could I possibly have it back?"

The guards looked at each other and then the head guard spoke up. "I am sorry M'lord, but it seems that your Sergeant must have it.  We do not have your ring."

"Ah yes, my sergeant. Can you tell me where he is?  Or have you misplaced him as well?"

"No, M'lord.  He has gone up into the palace."

Damien's heart sank lower. "The palace, why would he go there?"

"We are not sure, M'lord.  But he after the prisoners were secured he took the inner stairs up to the palace."

Damien nodded thinking.  Rhuel is one step away from me.  It is like he can read my mind, or something.  I must stop him, before it is too late.  And maybe I can help my freinds here in the meantime.

"Thank you neighbors for your kind assisstance.  I noticed that one of your prisoners is bleeding.  Do you not take care of them, at least until, Trelor takes them.  And why should they have to naked?  All creatures should be afforded some sort of dignity."

The guards talked amongst themselves. Then the head guard spoke, "I remember M'lord Scar when Lord Voltagar was KIng and said almost the same thing."  

Damien peered at the head guard; he recalled a man looking like this one, but this one had a deeply lined face, and iron colored beard and straggled hair.  But it was the blue-gray eyes that stared back at him that made Damien recognize him.  "Tilath, Tilath Verish, is that you?"

"Yes Sir, I mean, yes, M'Lord."

"I would have thought you would have moved on long ago."

"Aye, so did I M'lord, but I and the Warden, did not see eye to eye about something and I was put permantely on duty down here."

"What did you do?" Asked Damien.

"I tried to give some dignity to the prisoners by giving them a shift; especially to one young lady prisoner.  The Warden disagreed, we had words and now here I am."

"Words!, phuh, The way I heard it. They fought M'lord and Tilath here was winning and beating the Warden, when the lousy son of a Coor, cheated and won the fight.  After that then the King made Tilath's position permanent.  Of course you know M'lord that Warden Trelor and the King are cousins."  One of the guards said and the rest agreed..

Damien thought I may have an advantage here.  I thought all of the palace guards were loyal to the KIng, but it seems that this group, at least, have no affinity toward him or the Warden of this place.

"Tilath, why did you not come to me?  I would have given you a place in my guards."

"At the time, M'lord you were not exactly the King's or his cousins best friends.  To ask for a transfer at that time was signalling your own death warrant.  Do you remember Evan?"

Damien nodded slowly, "I believe so. Scrappy little fellow, shock of red hair I think.  That one?"

"Yes, M'lord.  He went and asked for a transfer.  We never heard from him again.  Rumor is that his head adornes one of the spires."

"But, he was a Noble's son, Lord...Lord Den'char oldest I believe.  I have not seen him at court though for some years."

"His only son.  His wife passed a year later.  He was told that his son was killed protecting the King from an assassin."

Damien thought Could he have been one of the guards my assassins have killed trying to kill the King?

"Was he?" Damien asked.

"We are not sure.  But I tend to believe the rumor, since it was told to us by the Warden himself.  No other guard asked for a transfer after that." Tilath answered.

"Hmm, I see." Said Damien.  "Does the Warden come back here often?"

"No, he just sends for the prisoner to be brought to him and his chamber of horrors."

"I heard about this chamber.  What is it?"

"You do not want to know, M'lord.  I went once to deliver a prisoner and saw rivers of bllod come out of the chamber running under the door into the drain.  And once in a while you hear the most awful screams.  Us guards we try and ignore them, but sometimes..."  The young guard just shook his head.

"Has not anyone told the King about this?" Asked Damien, aghast at what might happen to Grunok and Norkin.  HIs imagination running wild.

"No, besides it is rumored that the King sits in on these interrogations."

"I see. Neighbors I would appreciate it as a favor to me, if you would take care of these two as best as you can.  Here is a small bar Uryant for your services."

the guards just stared at the most valuable metal in all of Caelerath.  "Why...Why would you want these two, especially this Orc who stole your ring?" Tilath asked, a bit suspiciously.

"Because Tilath, this Orc is innocent and so is Norkin.  I think that these charges are trumped up.  I know for sure the stealing part is...I gave that Orc, and his name is Grunok by the way, my ring.  As a way to protect him.  But it backfired and now I have to see if I can stop it before my friends get in the hands of Trelor.  Whatever happens, try and make sure Grunok and Norkin are not taken back there."

"You're almost on the verge of treason, M'lord.  We can not disobey orders.  No matter how much money you give us.  Our lives would be in danger." Tilath replied.

"True, Tilath, that is why I am just asking you to try.  I do not want any of you to lose your lives.  Obey your superiors, just try and help these two out to the best of your abilities."

Tilath looked at the other guards, they slowly nodded their heads one by one. "Ok, M'lord, we eill do as you ask, but only up to a point, agreed?"

"Agreed. Now show me the way to the inner steps to the palace.  Sergeant Rhuel and I have an appointment."

The guards chuckled, as they knew what kind of appointment Commander Damien Scar meant.  Tilath showed Damien the way and then left him.  

He ordered the guards to wash and bind up Norkin's wounds and see if Grunok, needed any medical attention as well, and then he told them to give them and all the prisoners a light cotton shift to wear to cover their nakedness.  He just told the guards to remember to tell the prisoner that if the Warden comes to this side of the prison they must take off the shift and hide it under their straw mattress.Something is in the air, I can feel it.  And the Commander is right in the middle of it.  And how the Orc and Norkin fit in is a mystery.  If the Warden finds out what I have done, I will probably lose my life, but I am old, I have lived a long life, If the last thing I do in this world is to be kind to those who will leave it soon.  Then so be it.

OOC Damien's next post will be in the palace.

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« Reply #5 on: September 11, 2005, 02:48:22 AM »

Norkin, feels a great throbbing in his head. He finds himself naked on a cold stone floor. He places his hand behind his head to nurse it. What's that? the smith thinks as he feels a warm fluid dripping out of his head. He puts his hand back were he can see it. It's red. Blood!.

He sits up agaisnt the wall, his knees touching his shoulders, as he tries to warm himself up. He notices a figure walk past. It stops and nods Damien!. He crawls as fast as he can to bars to spot who it is but he gets to the bars to late, he just manages to see him walk away. He rests his head on bars How ironic. He spots his intials N.I in the bars. He made the cell he's sitting in.

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« Reply #6 on: September 12, 2005, 07:08:22 AM »

Time is measured by the swelling and subsiding of the pain which blinds and deafens Grunok to all around him. As his fever peaks, the nausea does also and the orc loses his meaty breakfast on to the dungeon floor. Voices run around inside his head, shouting to be let out. Human voices.

And then there is one voice, a voice which reaches whatever conciousness he has left. "D'm'unn" growls Grunok quietly - so quietly that it would not be heard. Relief seems somehow to ease the pain in his head, the nausea recedes, and he begins to drowse.





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« Reply #7 on: September 13, 2005, 02:08:22 AM »

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Tilath opens Norkins door, along beside him is an old soldier, who knew a bit about doctoring.  He goes over to Norkin, "Ok, old timer, let me see your wounds so I can put some Yahrle on ye and bind them up."

Tilath gives Norkin a cloth shift to wear. "You may not know me Norkin, but I know you.  You made most of the cell's in here.  My name is Tilath, the shift and bandages are compliments of the Commander, however if Trelor comes back here, take it off quickly and hide it under your straw mattress.  I or one of my guards will tell you if he does, he rarely does anymore, but you never know.  The Commander also wanted to let you know that he is going to try and help you and Grunok out of this mess, if he can.  In the meantime, let old Harry take care of you.  I have other duties."

Tilath then left.  Soon a couple of guards came up to him.  "Tilath, we just checked on the Orc.."

"His name is Grunok, remember?" Tilath said.  "What about him?"

"His cell stinks. He up chucked and now he seems to have fallen asleep.  That, and a regular shift is not going to cover him."

"Hmm...Well as far as the upchuck you are going to have to clean it up, just hold your breath and scrape it down the sewer hole.  As far as the shift is concerned, I think that if we tear a couple up, sew them together, then the both of them should be big enough.  What do you think?"

"Yeah, that should do. But why do we have to clean up the Or..Grunok's mess?" The guards asked.

"Because I told you so, besides he is the Commander's friend. Is that reason enough?" Tilath replied.

They looked at each other, nodded their heads and grumbled, "Yes." and then went and cleaned Grunoks cell.

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« Reply #8 on: September 16, 2005, 12:52:22 AM »

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Tilath was given the finished shift from the old woman who made their uniforms.  He paid her and then went back down to the dungeon.  He walked to Grunok's cell and looked in; Grunok still seemed to be sleeping.  He motioned for the guards to be ready and then he opened the cell door.  Several guards followed him. "Release his chains from his wrists, one at a time as I put this shift upon him." Tilath ordered.

The guards cautiously released one wrist and held Grunok's arm up in the air.  Tilath approached say softly, "Easy there good fellow.  All I am going to do is try and put this clothing upon you.  Compliments of the Commander. "He quickly added as an after thought.  He hoped that if Grunok was even just barely awake or had awoken when they came in that the mention of the Commander would cause Grunok to allow them to put the shift upon him.

Reif

Reif entered Norkin's cell with a hot steamy plate of beef, bread and cheeses.  At Tilath's request it was to help Norkin as much as they possibly could by giving him good food, not the gruel that the rest of the prisoners got, but food that even the guards rarely received.  But it did not matter to Reif.  He was loyal to his portion of that Uryant bar that the Commander had given to Tilath and the rest of them.  He placed the food next to Norkin and whispered, "Hey Norkin, dinner time.  Compliments of the Commander."  And then he waited for Norkin to either wake up or say something.  It was Tilath's idea to always say 'compliments of the Commander' to Norkin or the Orc, Grunok.  That way they would know that the guards who said it were on their side.

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« Reply #9 on: September 16, 2005, 04:15:22 PM »

Soft voices prod Grunok from sleep. His eyes roll in his head as he struggles to hold on to the fleeting tail of unconciousness, knowing on some instinctive level that nothing good awaits him in the corporeal world. Hands release the manacles on one of Grunok's wrists, and his eyes fly open as his half-sleeping weight wrenches the arm which is still manacled painfully. Blood rushes to the newly unshackled limb sending prickling sparks running over his arm.

Grunok hears a voice say "Easy there good fellow. All I am going to do is try and put this clothing upon you. Compliments of the Commander". Grunok mostly ignores the voice, the muzzy feeling in his head precluding much thought, but he submits as the shift is put upon him.





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« Reply #10 on: September 16, 2005, 11:41:22 PM »

Tilath put the shift on Grunok's one arm and then sadly had the guard shackle it again.  To leave Grunok unshackled would be too hard to shackle if Trelor would surprise them.  He then motioned for the guards to release Grunoks other arm and again Tilath whispered, "Now just the other arm big fellow and then we can slip it over you head and then at least you won't by lying here naked.  Sorry about having to keep you chained up, but I just cannot let you loose, not yet.  The Commander, your friend is trying to get you released as we speak."

Tilath prepared the shift to go over Grunok's other arm and then his head. I hope the Commander hurries.  Who knows when Trelor will ask for Grunok to come to him?

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« Reply #11 on: September 22, 2005, 12:24:22 AM »

Tilath had walked out of Grunok's cell and had locked the door when he was interrupted by several of his guards. "You will not believe who is here?" They said.

"Not Trelor?" He asked, looking quickly back at Grunok's cell, wondering if he should try and rip the shift off of the sleeping Orc.

"No, it is Sergeant Rhuel and he is being escorted by the palace guards, in shackles!"

"Shackles?" Tilath asked, wondering if the Commander had done what he set out to do.  If so then Grunok and Norkin would not have to meet Trelor.  He walked to where Rhuel stood between two heavily armed guards.  One of them placed papers into Tilath's hands. Former Sergeant Rhuel is to be placed in the palace dungeon for attempted rape of a Noble lady and the attempted murder of the Royal personage..  It was signed by the King himself.

He looked at Rhuel with raised eyebrows and then said, "We will take good care of the prisoner. Is there any news then about what we should do with the Orc and Norkin." Tilath asked. "We know nothing about those two." The palace guards replied, then they saluted and left.  Tilath looked at Rhuel and smiled, "I guess your plan backfired.  The Commander thwarted it."

Rhuel glared at the man. If he calls him Commander then he must be one of Damien's friends. I wonder if Lycheus would be curious to know that not all of the palace guards are loyal to the King?  Rhuel smiled and then spit at Tilath, but missed him. "I may be here, but it will be for a short time, I assure you.  But your Commander," and Rhuel spit again, "Is no longer the Commander, but was stripped by the King himself and has been charged with murder and conspiracy!"

Tilath backhanded the man.  His contempt for the man rose each minute; first when he tried to spit at him, and now telling him these lies about the Commander.  "You lie," He motioned to several of his guards, "strip him and then throw him in a cell.  Rheul screamed "I am not lying, You will see. I will be a free man and your precious Commander will have his head on the chopping block.  What would Lycheus say if he knew that some of the palace guards were not loyal to to the King."

Tilath gave Rhuel a cruel smile, "How can you tell him if you can not talk," as he pulled down a pair of tongs. Rhuel stared wide-eyed at Tilath. "You would not dare! Only the Warden has that aurhority."

"I do not think the Warden would care once he sees these papers." Tilath said advancing upon Rhuel.  "You should not have tried to spit at me and more importantly, you should not have tried to cause trouble for the Commander.

One guard held Rhuels nose shut, to make him open his mouth.  Rhuel screamed as he saw the tongs come closer and there was blood lust in Tilath's eyes.  It was the last sound that Rhuel ever made.

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« Reply #12 on: September 23, 2005, 01:19:22 AM »

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Trelor waited for the his cousin to come back as he so dearly loved to watch as Trelor tortured the prisoners.  Trelor was annoyed when the King suddenly left. Trelor stirred the iron tongs back into the fire; they were becoming a bit cool, and that would not do as his deep sunken brown eyes looked impassionately at the form that layed upon the semi-upright table.

The form at one time had been woman. A very beautiful woman at one time who had taken the initiative to kill her abusive husband.  She thought she was justified, and probably would have been exonerated, except that her husband, was a cousin to a very powerful Noble, Lord Heibler, who was very close to the King and she was nothing but a "marriage of convience" to Lord Heibler's cousin, Lord Snive.  Her family lived in another land and when they found out about what had happened there was nothing they could do.  Her father, tried to stop the lucrative trade agreement, that the marriage had set up, but both Kings upon both lands, were too greedy to allow that.  So the father and her mother grieved over their own child.

So, Lady Snive, what was left of her, stripped and raped several times by Trelor and the King, and then tortured until she was more like a mass of beaten, bloody flesh lay upon the table and finally in sweet relief to the lady, she passed on and was taken by Queprur's riders to Queprur's herself.

Trelor heard the last gasp of breath and rushed over to try and revive her, but he was too late and he was angry.  If his cousin had just stayed just several moments longer he could have showed him his new toy upon his victim.  Now it would have to wait until he had a new prisoner.

Trelor took a rag and wiped off the sweat and blood off of his bald head. He was a thin, pasty faced man whose head almost wobbled upon a thin stretched out neck; It looked liked he had been hung and then instead of dying, was released and that was the end result..  His skin had a sallow look to it and was almost completely void of color.  He lived so much down inside the dungeon's walls, that if he tried to go outside during the day, he would probably go blind from the light.  He would go outside at night only, and once in awhile would find a hapless victim, whom he would bring to his chamber if he did not have a prisoner to work upon.

He heard a noise and turned around and saw his cousin coming down the stairs from his secret door in his bedchamber.  The King did not sit down upon his cushioned chair as was his usual custom, but surpriesed Trelor when he actually walked into the chamber itself.  Trelor looked at him..waiting."

"Well?" He asked.  "What kept you so long?" Trelor asked.

"You would not believe it. But what are you doing?" King Cedric the Fourth asked.

"I was about to feed the rats.  While you were gone, she left this world." Trelor replied indifferently.

"Shame" Replied Cedric.

"Yes, so what would I not believe?" Trelor asked as he began to scrape the skin off of the broken bones and tossing them to the hundreds of rats that lived below the dungeon and eagerly awaited their dinner.  Their screeches was almost overwhelming.  Trelor seemed not to notice and as he would throw pieces of skin he would actually coo to them. "How are my babies today.  I have a special treat for you."

Cedric's eyes glazed and even he recoiled a bit as he watched, fascinated, and horrified at the same time as he watched his cousin feed his pets, the remains of Lady Snive.

Cedric explained all that had happened upstairs.  Trelor had a thoughtful look upon his face as he fed the last of Lady Snive, to his pets. "By Damien saving your life in front of witnessess, it will be harder to finally destroy him, you know."

"Yes, I realize that, but what could I do?  That Rhuel fellow was actually going to try and kill me?" Cedric squeaked out, almost blubbering.

"Oh stop it Cedric, " Trelor said in disgust, "Nothing happened to you but Damien has a hold card and that means that Lord Voltigar, who I beleive is pulling Damien's strings, also holds that card as well.  You said something about Rhuel saying he and Lycheus had an agreement?"

"Yes, he did and after Damien left. I questioned Lycheus about it and he told me that he was about to propose something to Rhuel, but Damien broke in before it could be agreed upon."

"So this Rhuel is now in my dungeon.  I think I will have a talk with him. But first I must go see this Orc you have told me about. I have not had the company of another race for a very long time, and she was only an elf.  But an Orc, now that would be company i would gladly want to have.  My toys would have the pleasure of seeing how strong this race is."

Trelor began washing off the table, "And my dear cousin you can finally see how my new toy works."

Cedric looked at the strange looking device against the far wall.  He rubbed his hands in anticipation.  "Too bad this Orc is male." He said.

Trelor looked at his cousin in disgust. "Sometimes cousin, your sexual appetites amaze me.  You would actually have relations with a female Orc!?"

Cedric's eyes blazed. "Maybe, and remember whom you are talking to.  I am still the King."

"Yes your Majesty," Trelor replied making a mocking bow, "but I will still remember you as the one who tried to look at all of the women bathing, including your own mother!"

"And I remember you as one who liked to dismember cats and dogs just to see them hobble around." Cedric retorted.  "I am going back to my room.  When you have any of the prisoners in your company, I want to know so I can see and hear if there is anything else they can tell me to help me get rid of Damien and Lord Voltigar...for good."

"Yes, Ced, your Majesty, "Trelor quickly said. "I just don't know why you don't hire an assassin and just get rid of both of them?"

"First, there would be an inquiry, if Damien and Lord Voltigar suddenly were killed. Especially Lord Voltigar, as he still has some powerful friends. Damien would be easier because his job requires him to be in danger.  And I have tried to kill him, several times, but days later I find the assassin is either being buried, or has left town, with my money.  Of course they do not know who hires them, but still it is my money and the more assassins that end up in the ground or out of town, the harder and more expensive it is to find one that will go up against Damien."

"Well, then maybe I can solve your problems for you.  I will go to the dungeon as soon as I tidy things up here for our next guests."  Trelor turned to the his screeching pets, "i wonder if you will like Orc meat or will you give it to your friends the Rat Brownies?"

Cedric cringed a bit, rats disgusted him, Rat brownies he completely hated and wished he could get rid of them all.  But, they, like the rats, seemed to thrive under his glorious city; among the many and varied sewers and cesspools spread througout the city.  He headed back upstairs to his chambers.  He wanted to talk to Lycheus some more.

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« Reply #13 on: September 27, 2005, 08:19:22 AM »

Tilath had just thrown the now tongue-less Rhuel into his jail cell when one of his guards rushed up to him. "You would not believe it." He shouted.

Tilath looked at him until he calmed down. "Now, tell me what I would not believe."

"Trel...I mean the Warden is in the main room looking for you."

"The Warden! Blast it all man! Did you get the shifts off of the prisoners?"

"No, we did not have time.  He just showed up."

"I will go talk with him and try and distract him while you and the rest get the prisoners to get their shifts off.  And the first one should be the Orc...Grunok!"

"Oh Coor, if the Warden sses him with a shift, we are all out of a job."

"Job! We would all be without a head!" said Tilath walking as fast as he could through the maze of cells to the main hall.

Trelor

Trelor sat drinking some ale when Tilath came into the main hall.  Tilath tried to keep his nerves from showing. "Warden, this is most unexpected.  Is there something I can do for you?"

Trelor looked up and saw the flushed look upon the dungeon sergeant and was curious.  Usually Tilath was the epitome of a hardened soldier.  "Why do you seem to be so nervous, Tilath and why are the guards here acting so...strangely?" Trelor asked as he rose from the table, putting the tankard of ale down.

Tilath quickly thought and replied, "Sir, it has been a busy day for us.  We have not had so many prisoners in one day, since the failed attemp upon the King."

Trelor slowly tapped the tankard of ale upon the table as he thought of Tilath's reply.  It felt like an eternity to Tilath, but it allowed him to put his emotions in control and soon he was back to where he usually was.  Trelor spoke, "Yes, I assume it has been busy.  What with the capture of a murderous Orc, and a human who claimed to be his friend.  Then you have Commander Scar, no wait, he is no longer the Commander."  Trelor paused looking at Tilath's face for any tell tale sign.

Tilath having had the time to control his emotions, shrugged his shoulders. "He had it coming to him.  I just wondered how long it would take.  He had been running around the city, ordering everyone around like he was the King, instead of King Cedric."  Tilath replied but he was thinking;How did Trelor know all of this and how much more does he know?"

Trelor stared at Tilath for awhile, "It would seem you have no love for the man, Tilath.  That is good, for I believe in the near future you may have to cut off his head.  He gave his signet ring to a murderous Orc and the King was reminded by his Royal Attendant, about a law that basically says that if a Noble gives..."

"Protection to someone and that someone breaks the law then the Noble is as guilty as the one who broke it" Tilath said, dropping to a whisper as he finished Trelor's statement and thought about the ramifications.

Trelor smiled, "You are absolutely correct Tilath. How did you know about it?  It is such an old law."

Tilath shrugged his shoulders again. "Sir, I was here when those prisoners were brought here after the failed attempt upon the KIng.  I knew..."  He stopped as he thought of the horror that was inflicted upon those men and women; some of them were his friends.

Trelor smiled again. "Ah yes, I believe that some of those that conspired against the King, were friends of yours, were they not?"

"Yes, they were." Tilath answered.  "But, like you said they conspired against the King and they got what they deserved." Though Tilath did not believe that most that died had anything to do with the attempt upon the King.  They were just ones that opposed the King and he found a way to eliminate them.  

Tilath straightened his shoulders. "What can we do for you Sir?"

Trelor was disappointed that he did not get much of a rise out of Sgt.Tilath for he was sure the sergeant's loyalties lay elsewhere.  He could be wrong, but his insticts told him otherwise and usually his insticts were right.  But since he could find no fault he replied. "First I wish to speak with a prisoner that was brought down here name of Rhuel. Then I wish to see this Orc."

Tilath's heart sank.  He was afraid of this.  "Sir, you cannot speak with Rhuel."

"Why not?" Trelor asked him suspiciously.

"Because his tongue was tore out." Tilath answered.

"Why?" Trelor asked his suspicions rising.

"Because he kept on ranting about how he was going to kill the King and Sir Lycheus and when I ordered him to shut up, he spit at me.  That was when I tore his tongue out."

"Hmm...I see." Trelor said. "I suppose you had that right. Then I will see the Orc."

"Sir the Orc at the moment seems to be asleep."

"Good, I assume he is chained?"

"Yes Sir, both hands and feet."

"Good lets go see him."

Tilath turned and led the Warden to Grunok's cell hoping that his men got the shift off of Grunok or else he would be joining Grunok.  He still could not figure out how the Warden knew so much.  The Warden never leaves the dungeon, at least not as far as he knew.

They arrived at Grunok's cell door.  Trelor looked in through the bars.  He was pleased at what he saw.  This Orc will be the perfect specimen for him and his new toy.  "Wake him up. I wish to speak with him.  I hear he speaks and understands our language."

Tilath clamped his mouth shut in fear of it hanging open,How in Coor's name did Trelor know that?  Where is he getting his information from and how much does he know that he does not tell?  Did Damien talk?  No, never.  Not the Commander.  Then who?  Lycheus?  The KIng?  After all they are cousins, but the King would not come down to the dungeon, and Trelor does not go out of the dungeon.  Then it has to be Lycheus.  Tilath's eyes narrowed, Lycheus, one day your head will be mine, if Damien does not get it before me.

Tilath took the keys out and unlocked Grunok's cell.  He started to walk over to him to shake his shoulder when he was stopped by Trelor. "What are you doing Sgt?  He maybe chained, but he is still dangerous.  Just throw some cold water on the beast.  That will wake him up."

"I was not thinking, Sir, thank you.  He nodded to some of his guards who had been following them. "Go get some water buckets, fill them up with cold water and throw them upon Gr..the Orc."

"Yes Sarge." They said, knowing that the Sarge had no choice now.  They quickly filled the buckets and threw them at Grunok and then poked him with their pikes. "Wake up! Wake up you! The Warden wants to speak with you! Wake up!" They yelled as more guards threw more cold water upon Grunok.  Tilath's eyes saddened as he watched and waited.

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« Reply #14 on: September 27, 2005, 11:23:22 AM »

Grunok starts violently awake as water is splashed over him. Disorientation follows - he is naked again and there are people in the cell with him, shouting. His tongue feels swollen in his parched mouth, and as the water runs down his body the chill dungeon air raises goosebumps on his flesh.

"Wake up!" The words of the men finally filter through to his conciousness as a pike gives him a particularly hard jab in the ribs. Luckily Grunok's orcish hide saves him from being cut, but it gets his attention all the same. Turning his bleary gaze to the one holding the pike he mutters muzzily "Whut izzut?"





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