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Signing a confession; Or should I say forced to sign a confession
Topic Started: Aug 1 2015, 01:07 PM (8 Views)
Khaleesa
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(09/07/14 16:51:51 )

-KHALEESA-
Scribe|Probational of Sulport
[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to ALL: Several days had passed since I had been brought to this cell within the belly of Sulport. A few stale pieces of bread lay untouched upon the stone floor beneath me which seemed even less appetizing now than they had when the various slaves had thrown them in my direction. What a smug look they all had seeing me locked away. I wished nothing more than to beat the pompous smear from their face.

I had become familiar with the routine of every person that entered or left, which admittedly were few. Guards wandered up and down the corridors, taunting and beating those that were either enemies or had somehow crossed the men who ruled this city. One thing I knew...one thing that I was so painfully aware...was no guard would interfere in Volstagg's business, and clearly, he had made what ever issues he had with me so. He possessed the only key to this cell, which I found rather odd. I could identify no others here who had the same fate as I, and had yet to surmise whether this was to my favor or not. For now...it simply was...until I could learn more from the man himself.

I cast a glance across the way to the Karian prisoner that had allegedly tried to take Volstagg's life. I had been spared, at least for now, the same fate as he. I spent countless ahn pressing cupped hands over my ears to conceal the screams and wailing that reverberated through the walls of each night, whispering to myself that I would get out of this mess and be set free from this nightmare that had consumed me for what seemed like an eternity.

(09/07/14 16:55:19 )



.V O L S T A G G of the N O R T H.
.Demons Walk, Where Monsters Hunt.

[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -It had been quite a while since I had returned to the prison. I had instructed guards to pass you nothing but stale bread and water through the barred window in your door, once a day. You had been denied visitors, denied sunlight, denied escape from your tiny isolating cell. I had grown bored waiting for Militiades to grow the stones to battle TyRen and so I had left the arena. Drawing through the streets and towards the barracks. I headed into its heart, through a locked door and down a set of stairs into the underground prison quarters.-

-It was dim, the corridor lit only by a scattered sconce or brazier. A couple of guards sat at a table playing dice. The hiss of a sleen around one of the corners signalled sleen patrols and that cell opposite yours, which contained that karian, was a gloomy sight. The Karian remained but he was different now. Unlike you – he had -not- been left alone and had in fact been tortured and harassed on a daily basis. I pulled the key from my belt and slid it into the lock of your door... slowly turning it.-

(09/07/14 17:09:52 )

-KHALEESA-
Scribe|Probational of Sulport
[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to .V O L S T A G G of the : I sat on the chilled floor of my cell in tower while my jaded stare cast itself upon the bleak and darkened emptiness that surrounded me. My gaze drifted down to my robes. The steel blue shade of my caste that were once regal and prestine were now soiled and unkempt. The hems were tattered and frayed, allowing the spilled water from the mugs of water that were brought to me, to bleed the grunge and filth from the floors. I had dared not remove my veils, though I desperately wanted to...even for only an ehn. They too were tattered and slightly torn from the night I had been brought here. Did I dare demand for clean robes, or be grateful that I was afforded any at all.

I had been lost in thought and had not heard you descend the stairs, though the key in the lock and the loud click it made had me rise to my feet quickly. The loud cried and whimpers I had been accustom to were snuffed by the loud drumming of my own chest as my heart raced seeing you -finally- standing within my cell. Despite the smallness of the space I had been in, I felt there was at least a safe distance between us as the my emerald gaze watched you. I said nothing, uncertain whether or not words would pass through my lips, I simply watched as you shut and locked the door behind you.

(09/07/14 17:18:48 )



.V O L S T A G G of the N O R T H.
.Demons Walk, Where Monsters Hunt.

[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -Once the door was unlocked, I pushed it open, paying you no attention for the moment. I claimed a burning torch from a passing guard and instructed him to wake the Karian across the way and see him fed with a good meal. Then I stepped inside your cell, closing the door behind me and putting the key away after it was locked..... I hooked that torch onto the wall beside the door and rubbed the back of my neck with the idle rise of my hand. I wore black boots, leathers, and a black larl pelt tunic. My axe hung at my left hip, and … a slave goad ... hung at my right. I also possessed a dagger somewhere, but that was hidden out of sight upon my person.-

-I approached the middle of the room, where those iron shackles hung from the ceiling. My feral gaze peered through them and towards you where you stood. I didn't speak straight away. I regarded your filthy blue clothing and your untidy hair. The gathered “rust” to your flesh and the look on your face.-

“Greetings Khaleesa. I hope your stay has been comfortable.”

-I said it with a smile on my face and a gleam in my eye. My tone was pleasant, relaxed, and altogether friendly.-

(09/07/14 17:31:50 )

-KHALEESA-
Scribe|Probational of Sulport
[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to .V O L S T A G G of the : I caught your gaze as it swept the room, stalling briefly at the iron shackles that were hanging. I was uncertain whether you would take pleasure in seeing my flesh encased in the steel, yet assumed if you had wanted me there you would have by now. You were the first person to have spoken to me in days. The guards paid little attention and the slaves that brought water and stale bread only mocked and laughed amongst themselves. I would have given -anything- to have had words or spoken to anyone, though as those words rolled off your tongue and past your lips, I was eager and desperate for silence again. There was nothing pleasurable or warming in your words...all I heard was the smugness in your tone which caused the small hairs on my neck to rise.

"What do you want?"

I said, my words nowhere near as warm and inviting as yours pretended to be. I wanted this ordeal over with, what ever the end result was to be.

(09/07/14 17:42:42 )



.V O L S T A G G of the N O R T H.
.Demons Walk, Where Monsters Hunt.

[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -I chuckled at your words and the feisty, snappish response, merely pleased me in special places... I pulled out the confession I had shown you the last time I visited, I held it up in one hand, and a stick of charcoal up in the other hand. You knew what the confession stated. That you were a Spy. Infiltrated into Sulport to make maps for our enemies.-

“You are going to sign this Khaleesa … Maybe not right now … but I give you my Word … you will sign it eventually.... You may as well just save yourself all that rape and torture that is going to come in between....”

-I paused then and my gaze met yours. I did many things, bluffing was never one of them. I knew you perhaps fully believed that you would never sign it. But I wanted this, and I would never give up until I got it. Even if such a thing meant destroying you in the process. It was really just a matter of time.-

“If you sign it -now- You'll be out of this cell within Minutes. Nobody will know about this confession... Only Me... But if you do not sign it ...”

-I took a step forward through the shackles and cut the space down between us to a mere one foot. My voice lowered to barely more than a sombre growl. That smile vanished and was replaced with a stoic, blank expression- -

“I am going to do things to you that will make the Gods themselves shiver at the thought of your Fate....”

-A wicked smirk creased my lips and though I fell silent now, I personally hoped you would still refuse.-

(09/07/14 18:11:21 )

-KHALEESA-
Scribe|Probational of Sulport
[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to .V O L S T A G G of the : Despite the newness of these cells, you could still taste the stale and damp air that draped itself over you like a light mist after a violent storm, though I knew it was your words and that feral gaze that blanketed my form that was the cause of the small tremble that rippled through my small frame, and not the chilled and damp air.

As you closed the distance between us, I instinctively took two back, though knew that in this confined space I would soon feel my back being pressed against the stone wall. I was -non- of those things you were accusing me of and had grown fond of the City and it's people, though now wished to flee and never return. Yet I knew, once I gave you what you demanded, I would be forever shackled to you, despite the invisible chains that would binde me.

Never had I felt as trapped as I did at this very moment. You were wanting...demanding....me to be something I was not. what choice did I have when you were giving me non. "Very well..." I whispered, feeling my entire body tremble with rage. Despite wanting this moment and these last several days to be a distance memory, I could feel the fire scorching violently through my veins and hot tears begin to burn at my lashes.

(09/07/14 18:16:54 )



.V O L S T A G G of the N O R T H.
.Demons Walk, Where Monsters Hunt.

[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -I was surprised, I had not expected you to agree without a harder fight. I couldn't help but allow my unreadable features to expose the satisfaction that hid behind blue eyes. I offered out the confession and the stick of charcoal. “Sign it then.”

-And I just waited. You had backed up against that wall, and I had shadowed your movements, remaining close and invading your personal space, practically jabbing you in the face with the writing stick.-

(09/07/14 18:27:09 )

-KHALEESA-
Scribe|Probational of Sulport
[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to .V O L S T A G G of the : For one very brief ihn, I contemplated taking the scroll and tossing it into the burning torch on the wall. Dodging the writing stick as it nearly struck me, I snatched it from your hand and visions of stabbing you in the eye with it bounced around briefly through my troubled thoughts. There was -nothing- preventing him from going back on his word and leaving me here to rot...or worse...raping and enslaving me. Yet I couldn't help but feel there was something -more- to this, a detail that he had purposely not revealed.

I was no longer wearing the gloves that encased my hands when I had been brought here. They were soiled and tattered and too cumbersome to wear. As I took the scrool within my right hand my gaze shifted back to you. "What will this say?" I asked, knowing I could very well read it myself but wanted to insure that there was going to be no hidden surprises.

(09/07/14 18:31:26 )



.V O L S T A G G of the N O R T H.
.Demons Walk, Where Monsters Hunt.

[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -I let you snatch it and decided not to strangle you for that. When you spoke, I shrugged idly and spoke quietly-

”It will say... That you confess to deliberately infiltrating the town of Sulport to study its layout. You then made maps of Sulport with intent to sell them to our enemies. In a … to the highest bidder … sort of fashion... That's about it.”

-There was nothing else in the confession. I was being up front about that and motioned with my hand.-

“Get on with it, or I might change my mind.”


(09/07/14 18:45:10 )

-KHALEESA-
Scribe|Probational of Sulport
[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to .V O L S T A G G of the : I could scarcely breath as you spoke, allowing the rage to continue to consume me. My vision was blurred from the warm tears that were pooling within. I had never felt more trapped than I did at this moment. I knew that signing this was not going to be the end. This would follow me and hang like a darkened cloud for the remainder of my days. My fingers coiled themselves around the scroll before unrolling it, while casting my loathing gaze towards you. "I -will- sign this Volstagg, I give you my word, but I want two things in return."

I knew I was taking a calculated risk with those words, but I knew I had nothing to lose. My hated for you would not diminish or grow...it would forever remain as constant as it was at this moment.

"I want to know WHY. Why are you forcing me to confess to something you -know- I did not do...and...what is in it for you to allow me to walk out of here after doing so. What is it you want?"

I pressed the writing stick to the parchment, waiting for your answer.

(09/07/14 18:52:37 )



.V O L S T A G G of the N O R T H.
.Demons Walk, Where Monsters Hunt.

[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -My right hand shifted to brush against the slave goad, I was smiling again, but it was underlined with impatience. When you tried to barter with me, I glanced back over my shoulder at the shackles.-

“Because it pleases me to do so.”

-Was the only thing I said in regards to your first question. I turned back to face you and my gaze was a glare, seething not with hatred but with demand. I was drawing close to taking the opportunity to sign it -away- from You. You wouldn't like that, I was sure... my empty right hand rose in a swift snapping fashion, to claim a firm cupping of your chin before you could turn your head away. I held your face looking at mine and leaned forward so that our noses almost touched.-

“Sign it now, or I am going to peel your clothes away from your pretty little body.”

-I let those words echo through the cell before letting go of your chin and taking one step back. It was now or perhaps never for you.-

(09/07/14 19:05:23 )

-KHALEESA-
Scribe|Probational of Sulport
[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to .V O L S T A G G of the : My gaze followed your hand as it brushed against the slave goad that was hung on your right hip. I inhaled deeply, knowing that the moment my signature appeared across this scroll, my life as I knew it would never be the same. You were not one to simply offer your silence and allow me to leave without something in return.

I finally scribbled across the parchment and handed it back to you. The rage continued to force my petite frame to tremble. I had never despised anyone as much as I now despised you.

"I expect you to now keep your word Volstagg and allow me to leave."

The words quickly poured past my lips as I stared at you. It was not so much a question, for I -did- expect you to keep your word, but rather a matter of statement at what you had earlier promised. I took a few steps, sweeping past your tall stature as I made my way to the door that had held me prisoner for days.

(09/07/14 19:14:17 )



.V O L S T A G G of the N O R T H.
.Demons Walk, Where Monsters Hunt.

[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -I smiled and claimed that confession back once you had signed it, along with the charcoal. I regarded it briefly to make sure it was in order and then I tucked it away into the folds of my larl pelt..-

”Excellent.”

-I returned to the Door, moving up to your side and pulled out that key. Before I unlocked it however, my right hand claimed your left hand swiftly. In a firm grip, but not hard enough to break the bone. Perhaps we were lovers now and were merely holding hands....I slid the key into the lock..-

“As promised... You can leave This Cell … And never return to it.”

-I finally turned the key and the lock popped open. I would maintain that hold on your hand and pull you out after me. My gaze fell upon the Karian in the opposite cell and I spoke to a nearby guard...-

“That one is of no further use. Impale him along the road.”

-That Karian had also signed a statement, confessing that You had hired him to assassinate Me. For now, that was hidden and not required at this point in time... I began to walk away now, holding your hand still and forcing you to accompany me … the only thing was … I had my back to the stairs and we were walking deeper into the prison.-

(09/07/14 19:34:57 )

-KHALEESA-
Scribe|Probational of Sulport
[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to .V O L S T A G G of the : I scarcely had time to draw in my next breath before I felt your unyielding grip coil itself around my hand. You were no more than a lying beast who had found his prey to toy with. I felt as though your firm grip was going to swallow me whole as the pit of my stomach began to rapidly spiral downwards. The sleeve of my robe somehow caught and tore on the wooden cell bars as we passed through the door, leaving a remnant of fabric behind.

My sandled feet could scarcely keep up with your long strides as we walked the corridor and for the firs time since you entered my cell my rage had swept away and replaced with fear. I had but only a moment to steal a glance at the man who had been imprisoned along side me as I heard his fate delivered. I did not struggle but accepted your unyielding grasp as I tried to keep pace with your own.

As we passed by the stairs that lead upwards and out of this prison hell, I felt my mind whirl in panicked fear. "Where are you taking me?" I asked in a demanding and fearful tone. You were unpredictable and as I glanced upwards to your tall frame I hoped to find answers, even if it was from within your feral and threatening gaze, what and where you were taking me.

(09/07/14 19:52:11 )



.V O L S T A G G of the N O R T H.
.Demons Walk, Where Monsters Hunt.

[-The Sulport Prison-]
-A small, thick walled structure, mostly underground and attached to the back of the barracks. A dark gloomy place where captives are kept locked up in chains behind iron bars. Guards patrol the corridors with leashed sleen. The place stinks of human waste and death and wailing is heard echoing through the narrow passages. The only way in or out is through the bottle neck passage connecting to the barracks. A sentry point is set up here with locked iron barricades providing a solid choke-point against invaders and potential escapists-

says to -KHALEESA-Scribe|Probati: -We moved through the corridors. Taking left turns, moving around bends, through rooms, in one door and out the other.... I could tell you were scared, but believe it or not, I was the safest man in this town to be around... Because for as long as I wished you alive, none could get through me to hurt You... you should be thankful for that at least... I didn't answer your question, You didn't get the control of knowing what awaited you tonight... Eventually we would arrive at the deepest and dankest part of the prison. There was nothing down this arched passageway. It was a straight empty corridor with a solid iron door sitting on the far side. I paused for a moment and stared at that door. It was manned by a single Man. No ordinary guard, but instead a Northern Berserker. Various animal skulls hung all around his belt and he grasped a two handed axe. He also didn't speak a lick of your language....-

-I glanced across at You. I owned you Now, I could destroy you without even needing to lay a hand upon you. That confession was a dangerous thing, If I combined that with the Karian's confession... the community would hang you, and kill off your entire blood line for such heinous actions.-

“I think I'm going to enjoy our flourishing Friendship, Scribe.”

-I gave you my most handsome smile and started to walk again. My fingers flexed around your small hand and I would not let go. If you struggled, I strolled along the passageway at a leisurely pace. The Berserker straightened at our approach and once we stopped before him, I indicated you with a pointed finger and spoke to him in his native tongue.-

“---- – --- ------, --- ---- – ------ ---- – --- - -----.”

-Of course it would make no sense to You. But Ivarus would smirk hungrily at you and nod. He unfastened the bolt and had to use all of his strength to heave open the iron door... what was revealed on the other side … was a cave. And a dead end it seemed... My gaze however, dropped to the ground on the other side of the door, it wasn't a dead end... it was one of the entrances into the tunnels. I pushed you forward, through the door, finally letting go of your hand and stepping in behind you. The hole was round, and wide enough to fit a bosk through... Ivarus stepped into the cave room and tossed a rope ladder over the edge … listening to it unravel with a clutter. It was pitch black below, but I knew those 30ft stretch of ladders just -barely- touched the bottom... wherever that may be. If you looked across at Me, you would see me staring at you Now...

”Down you go then.... Try not to fall off”

-It would be pitch black below and even once you were down there, you would feel things around you, perhaps crates, or furniture... or something … the bottom line was, it was a cavern in the tunnels with no other exit accept this one. And No light would be given to reveal what else was there tonight … but rest assured … you would not be alone in there....
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