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| Khaleesa | Aug 1 2015, 01:06 PM Post #1 |
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(09/08/14 18:32:22 ) -KHALEESA- Scribe|Probational of Sulport [-Pits of Hell-] A secluded and hidden cavern that sits deep beneath the prison. Only a few know of its existence. Is it a place of lost souls? Or a breeding chambers for pretty scribes!?. says to ALL: [Thank you for the PD. It's the least you could do for the mother of your love child...really. Picking up from last night.] The thought of struggling as his fingers tightly coiled about my small wrist hadn't even crossed my thoughts. He possessed a strength that was no match to my own. I was, in comparison, a rag doll in this game he was playing. He was always one to get what he wished and commanded others to get for him, this clearly was no exception. What a fool I had been to trust him and take his word to mean anything. He had promised to allow me to leave the cell he had consigned me to some days ago, knowing well that the words and promises he uttered were hollow. He had something entirely different in mind; a cynacle and devious continuation to the torment I had already endured. I stumbled along as we walked down the desolate passageway feeling the rage continue to simmer. We paused, just long enough to hear him exchange words with another in a foreign tongue. Not even I could make out what it was the two were saying. I assumed the man who was a stranger to me was as corrupt as the man who was leading me down this dark and desolate passageway. I said nothing as they spoke, instead taking the few moments to familiarize myself with my surroundings. I had doubted there was any possibility of escape, but if there was, I wanted some sort of recognition of familiarity should it be afforded to me. There was a door ahead but nothing else by which to become familiar with. It was the same dark and bleak surroundings I had been accustom to. I small smile curled my lips as the thought of killing this man he was talking to danced through my thoughts. I would have given anything to see his blood spill from him while tearing the flesh from his limbs. I hated him, nearly as much as I hated my captor. There was a welcome sense of relief as he released his tight grip from my wrist. It was then, as he stepped in behind me and the ladder from the other man I despised was tossed down to the blackened pit in front of me, did I realize he expected me to go down it. It was as though an inferno of anger and disgust began to shoot from my steady gaze towards him while I began to shake my head. I was incapable of speaking any words; my tongue had become nothing more than a coiled knot unable to untangle itself and speak enough to protest. (09/08/14 18:50:47 ) -KHALEESA- Scribe|Probational of Sulport [-Pits of Hell-] A secluded and hidden cavern that sits deep beneath the prison. Only a few know of its existence. Is it a place of lost souls? Or a breeding chambers for pretty scribes!?. says to ALL: I felt the steady stream of heated tears began to stain my soiled cheeks. There was a sense of dread that blanketed my petite form, though that was not why the tears fell. There was an overwhelming sense of bitterness and hate that began to slowly consume me. I could feel it's grip within me, nearly drawing me breathless as it was shaping the woman I once was. I dared not look up for I knew I would only be met with his menacing stare looking back at me. Each sandled foot was placed carefully on each rung of the ladder as I continued my descent. My fingers tightly coiled around the rungs above me. I was desperate not to lose my grip, fearful for how far it was to the end of where ever it was he was sending me to. Each step was one closer to darkness...to the isolation he was placing me in. This seemed to go forever, or at least my mind was telling me it was so. Finally, there were no more. My right foot gently did an ungrateful dance searching for the earth beneath me. I felt nothing which forced an overwhelming sense of panic to sweep through my form. I could feel the ladder began to sway ever so slightly, certain he was up there, his smug and vile face staring back at me, purposely shaking the ladder to force me to take that final drop. (09/08/14 19:03:44 ) .V O L S T A G G of S U L P O R T. First Comes Anarchy, Then Comes Me [-Pits of Hell-] A secluded and hidden cavern that sits deep beneath the prison. Only a few know of its existence. Is it a place of lost souls? Or a breeding chambers for pretty scribes!?. says to ALL: [Shifts to beside Ivarus watching the scribe go down the hole] (09/08/14 19:13:17 ) -KHALEESA- Scribe|Probational of Sulport [-Pits of Hell-] A secluded and hidden cavern that sits deep beneath the prison. Only a few know of its existence. Is it a place of lost souls? Or a breeding chambers for pretty scribes!?. says to ALL: I continued to search, desperately, for something...anything...in which to place my foot upon. There simply was...nothing and no amount of desperation would ease the panic that consumed me. Uncoiling my fingers and simply...let go and allowed myself to plummet to the ground beneath me. Relief washed over me as it wasn't as far as my imagination had lead me to believe...though now...I was completely overcome in darkness. I stood motionless. Not out of fear so much as my world was simply encased in darkness. Each fiber of anger was depleted while fear and panic tightened its grip within me. Finally, my knotted tongue called out for him. "Volstagg", I screamed as my slight frame trembled. I waited, desperately hopeful to hear something, yet only the echo of my own voice reverberated back to me and as it did, the echo carried itself for what seemed like an eternity. I knew then that my new prison was much larger than my last, though where I was or what I was doing here was still very much a mystery. Though my sight had been stolen, my sense of smell had not. I tried not to gag, yet the overpowering scent of musty and stale air was overpowering. You could FEEL the dampness in the air, as though it was forming a cloud and draping itself around it's newest and unwelcomed visitor. I still hadn't moved...perhapd I've be frozen here out of fear and dread at what was within this tomb he had encased me in. (09/08/14 19:19:14 ) .V O L S T A G G of S U L P O R T. First Comes Anarchy, Then Comes Me [-Pits of Hell-] A secluded and hidden cavern that sits deep beneath the prison. Only a few know of its existence. Is it a place of lost souls? Or a breeding chambers for pretty scribes!?. says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -Ivarus laughed in a bellow when the sound of your call reached up through the hole. I motioned for him to pass the lantern and I bit its handle between my teeth before lowering over the edge and scaling down the rope ladder with relative ease. When I finally reached the bottom, I would be standing at your side and the lantern was only a small tiny candle, barely enough to light up our faces, let alone any area of significance around us.- ”What?” -I said in a cold mocking tone after taking the lantern into my right hand. A flare sparked in my eyes as I turned to face you.- (09/08/14 19:24:37 ) -KHALEESA- Scribe|Probational of Sulport [-Pits of Hell-] A secluded and hidden cavern that sits deep beneath the prison. Only a few know of its existence. Is it a place of lost souls? Or a breeding chambers for pretty scribes!?. says to .V O L S T A G G of S U : I had not heard you descend the ladder but your presence was immediately felt and causing my body to tense. If I were a man I would have reached out in the romantic setting of candle light and strangled you...snuffing you out as the candle continued to burn. "Is this where you will kill me?" I asked. It was the -only- thing that made sense. You had said you would not, but your word and promises were meaningless to me. "Get it over with..." I said, meaning every word as they spilled past my lips. I wanted no part of this. Your cruel and twisted torment had gone on long enough. I wanted this to end. (09/08/14 19:33:10 ) .V O L S T A G G of S U L P O R T. First Comes Anarchy, Then Comes Me [-Pits of Hell-] A secluded and hidden cavern that sits deep beneath the prison. Only a few know of its existence. Is it a place of lost souls? Or a breeding chambers for pretty scribes!?. says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -I nodded and took a step towards You. I was a patient man when it suited Me, this was not one of those times and so your own impatience walked hand in hand with Mine. How Sweet.- ”Very Well Then.... Let us begin... Take off all of your clothes and turn around...” -Suddenly a dry smirk creased lips and I strolled away. I -of course- did not expect you to remove them, but the taunt had been entertaining to me nonetheless. I disappeared into the darkness around us, the dim glow of that candle the only sign of my roaming presence.... but then suddenly there was light … A trail of it … The cavern you stood within was shaped like a circular, round dome and all around the wall in a near perfect circle, a trench had been carved into the rock. Only a shallow trench, like a roof gutter. But it had been filled with tharlarion oil and the moment I touched its syrupy surface with the candle, it took to flame, stretching all around and lighting up the entire cavern.- The hole up top with that rope ladder hanging from it was the only way in or out... except for a fist sized hole behind you where a narrow waterfall poured gently from the wall and into a petite pool.- -As odd as it seemed, there was furniture in the cavern.... A Large table … a desk … even a big and actually quite -grand- bed … Scattered in between were several large and sealed crates... (09/08/14 19:47:20 ) -KHALEESA- Scribe|Probational of Sulport [-Pits of Hell-] A secluded and hidden cavern that sits deep beneath the prison. Only a few know of its existence. Is it a place of lost souls? Or a breeding chambers for pretty scribes!?. says to .V O L S T A G G of S U : Your taunting drew a smirk of my own to pressed lips. I chose to simply ignore you, certain that had you wanted my veins to pour of sea of blood, you would surely have done so by now. You were one to take...no...demand what ever it was the was of interest to you...whether it was a tiny bauble or something more grand. Had you wanted my collared, I surmised, I would have already felt the cold steel placed forcefully about my throat. I felt you move from me before I noticed the flicker of the flame dance along with your movement. The dimmed room was now revealed to me piece by piece, though as each part was unmasked, I was drawing more confused in my thoughts as to what it was that you wanted from me. I had wanted a new home, one of my own, but this was not quie what I was expecting. My sea of emotions was now one filled with confusion and dread. What ever this was...what ever your sick and twisted mind had in store for me...it was becoming obvious it was to be a drawn out affair. Cautiously I approached the crates. They were was intrigued me the most. A slender brow arched as my finger ran across the hardened surface. "I had thought your...living arrangements...would be much more suited to you Volstagg. This seems rather drab...even for you." (09/08/14 20:16:26 ) -KHALEESA- Scribe|Probational of Sulport [-Pits of Hell-] A secluded and hidden cavern that sits deep beneath the prison. Only a few know of its existence. Is it a place of lost souls? Or a breeding chambers for pretty scribes!?. says to .V O L S T A G G of S U : As more of the cavern was reveald by the flicker of the candle, I was becoming increasingly curious as each tiny layer surounding the mystery you were slowly revealing came to light. Why this..here...in the belly of Sulport where only you, I was certain, knew of existance was unclear. The confession you forced me to sign was all that you needed to place invisible shackles on my flesh. In every sense of the word I was a Free Woman who was owned by you. My life, my freedom and safety lay at your feet so long as I breathed and the confession was in your posession. I could only force a dry chuckle as you spoke about bedding me one day. Perhaps I would welcome such an invitation by you, eagerly await for the vulnerability you'd be in to smother you with a pillow. As the dim glimmer from your candle revealed more of the room we were in, I was drawn to the table you stood near and drew in a small breath as the lid of the crate was opened. I was willed to draw closer to it, desperately seeking any answers that may lead me to the reasons I was here. It was then I noticed the rence paper and quills, and raven brow arched curiously. It was then you spoke, and for the briefest of moments I swore you referred to this as my home. It was then I began to laugh...the first time I had done so in days. "This is my what?" I asked, certain I had misunderstood. I had no idea if I heard you correctly but I felt my anger begin to swell again at the possibility you were to keep me here much longer. (09/08/14 20:24:24 ) .V O L S T A G G of S U L P O R T. First Comes Anarchy, Then Comes Me [-Pits of Hell-] A secluded and hidden cavern that sits deep beneath the prison. Only a few know of its existence. Is it a place of lost souls? Or a breeding chambers for pretty scribes!?. says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -I didn't repeat myself. Instead, I continued along as though you were keeping up without any confusion what-so-ever.- “A single map is enough to take a man's life. The illegal possession of a single map could see an entire blood line sent to their death. There is more danger in a map than most will ever understand... But there is also power. Great Power. A single sheet of paper with nothing but scribbles on it could bring an entire civilisation into extinction.... Such tremendous things to consider … and All from a single map.” -I moved over to the desk and kept my back to you for the time being.- “I have decided that I want to make a library of Maps. Not just of Sulport, but of the entire world. Every city, every town, every village and even every piss hole little fort or keep. I want it all. And you are going to make them for me.” -I finally turned back around to face you. There was no humour in my eyes, no menace or smugness on my features. Only a stiff resolution and feral desire to conquer... Everything.- “To Begin with... I have this.” -My hand reached into one of the desk shelves and I pulled out a roll of paper, not quite as nice as ours. I took it to the table and unravelled it, laying it out and pinning down the corners with jars of ink. It was a very detailed map.- “This is a map of Laura... You are going to replicate it. It will be the first one of … Our … collection.... “ |
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