*faint scream echoes in the dark and damp stone corridor. From a small iron barred window a faint red glow pulsates as dark figure passes the light emanating from fire burning in the fireplace.*
*Behind the cell door, in the dark stone chamber, he stands silently in the shadows in the corner leaning on his staff and watching, as his torturer works on the man chained in the tilted wooden table. The red light from the fireplace sends flickering shades around the room. Black iron chains and tools hang from the walls. Sharp, bloody tools lay on the side table.
On the tilted table the naked, sweaty, bruised and bloody man cries out loudly again as the torturer works his instruments under the mans skin. Tears fall from his bruised eyes and fall along with the dripping blood of his face. "Please, I beg you!" he sobs, "I don´t know who made the contract, please stop, please!". His voice is muddy and unclear, most of his teeth have been pulled off and his swollen and cut lips can not form correct words.
"Just tell my master what he wants to hear" whispers the torturer, "who sent you? All you need to do is tell us that. Then you will walk away, my master can be lenient. Think of your wife if not yourself. She goes through the same thing you are. Have you no shame?".
"No! Please not her! I swear on the Maker!" chained man cries "I will do anything, anything..." his voice drifts off as his battered body twiches from the broken crying.
Torturer turns to him and shrugs his shoulders. "I don´t think we get much out of him today my lord, if you come back tomorrow I will make sure he has something more to say". He looks at the man and nods. Without a word he walks out of the stone chamber. As he walks down the stone corridor he hears woman´s cry from one of the cells. He stops and looks through the small window, by the bars. In the chamber another torturer works on a woman. He turns in silence and walks onward.
Nazlik stands by the stairs, waiting for him. "Did he say anything?" she asks. It seems the sounds and smells in the dungeon made her a bit sick but she tries to cover it up. "No" he replies, "It might be that he actually does not know who hired him. I can´t penetrate the magical shield put on his mind, at least not without frying his mind. So we need extract the information conventionally. He will break soon." He walks up the stairs. Nazlik hurries after him relieved of getting out from the dungeon. "Is this necesssary, I mean the wife too?" she asks cautiously, "I know he tried to murder you but this.."
He stops and looks at her sharply from the shadows of his hood, "I could have simply just killed him, yes. But the problem is, the person who orchestrated this is strong in magic. The lock on his mind is powerful. Anyone who did this might even rival me. This assassin was able to strike at me in the sanctuary of my own tower. I need to find the person and neutralize him or her before you or my daughters are in danger. Even she, the wife, might know something or work as a leverage". He turns and continues walking up the stairs. "I will not let this person succeed" he whispers.
Nazlik walks behind him. She feels partially responsible. The assassin was able to knock her momentarily out with a surprise attack and charge him. The magical items the assassin had made him extremely fast and and agile. So there must be someone either a very powerful mage or someone with a lot of money to pull this off, she thought. This person underestimated his power though. After a short but vicious battle he magically nailed the assassin to the ceiling. Not without a few cuts though, Nazlik insisted that he let her to tend to those wounds personally. In her heart she felt scared as she had just come to her senses from the hit to see the assassin strike at him. She had hard time to put the moment out of her mind, it came so close... Anger twists her face and all mercy she felt in the dungeon fades from her heart, as she follows him up to the tower.*
Guest_TheDarkKnightReturns_*
Retour en haut
