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| Topic Started: Sat Jun 26, 2010 9:24 pm (567 Views) | |
| Logan | Sat Jun 26, 2010 9:24 pm Post #1 |
 
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“Crap, damn, crap.” The words repeated endlessly in the mind of the young werewolf, his heart felt it was about to explode. This was not a good place to be, how he stumbled into the tunnels in the first place was a mystery, but this was worse. Far, far worse. He stopped a moment behind a building in a dark alley of Narbondellyn to take a deep breath, if he hyperventilated; he was going to be even more dead. Drow weren’t exactly noted for their fondness of strangers. Logan just kept trying to remember that he needed to survive, find the exit, and run like hell. If it weren’t for the almost going to die part, he would probably like the place, but he didn’t have anywhere close enough to the skill to fight a Drow, not with a sword, not with magic, not by just swinging wildly and hoping he won. He needed to keep moving, the dark elves were going to find him soon enough, and that would be worse, since there weren’t exactly a lot of places to run. He looked around and listened, it sounded like none were in the alleys… but of course these were drow, they could be right above him and he probably wouldn’t hear them coming. He worried himself with the thought and looked up, holding back a sigh of relief to see it barren. He had to move, he was almost half convinced he would be safe sticking in one spot, but he did too much research to let himself fall prey to such a petty ideal. He picked a direction, and quietly went that way, his feet barely making any sound, but any was too much, and with each step he took he cringed, constantly looking over his shoulder. His hat was hidden under his jacket, it was like a shining marker of where he was, and at least the rest of his clothes were mostly black, lot of good that would do him with drow around the corner, but it was an added bit of help, though they were probably on those giant lizard things right now searching for the intruder. Logan was wondering how much worse off he would be if he was actually in his human form, probably not much different. This was about the worst situation he had come across, but he wasn’t about to die from it. The werewolf stuck to the alley, moving along as quietly and swiftly as he could to avoid any patrols or hunters after his hide. Oddly enough, this feeling of complete and utter doom was looming over his head, like he was constantly being watched, which of course was a complete possibility, some drow Houses watching the chase out of sheer boredom. Werewolves weren't exactly species native to the Dark Lands, and the heat from his fur probably made him real easy to track, not mentioning the fact he was rather taller than the dark elves. |
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| WolfheadMGJ | Fri Jul 9, 2010 5:58 pm Post #2 |
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Ulfr was holding in his amusement from watching an aquitance of his sneak through the darkness with some apparent nervousness to his demeanor. Yes, Ulfr could see him perfectly. The reason he could see the lycan before him was actually the reason he was here in the first place. Ulfr was practicing his Shadowdancer abilities when he stumbled across Alan, or at least that was what he had told Ulfr that that was his name. Ulfr didn't necessarily believe him, but he didn't push the matter further. He would give his real name if he was willing, no need to force it out. It could be hilarious to see his reaction if he were to just walk right into me, Ulfr thought. One of the perks of being a Shadowdancer was that while standing still in the dark, one was invisible. I think it would be much more fun to kill him and watch his blood pitter-patter on the ground, Sithis mavolently injected into Ulfr's thoughts. Oh no you don't Sithis, there is no way I'm letting you take control and do to him what you did to those refugees! You mean what we did? Mwahahaha! No! Ulfr screamed in his head as Sithis cackled with evil delight. Before Sithis could manage to take over, Ulfr did what he could to remove himself from the temptation presented to Sithis: he teleported back to den he was raised in as a pup, the home of his now dead pack. -----Somewhere in Norwood Forest------- There is absolutely no way I'll let you take over again Sithis! Ulfr shouted in anger at the voice that had invaded his mind. So you think Ulfr, so you think,... ((OOC: Sorry I didn't know you had made this as an important plot. Just saw it in the appriotate discussion board. Left topic.)) |
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| Shirine | Thu Sep 2, 2010 6:48 pm Post #3 |
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Seregon had a mission to infiltrate the drow city of Menzoberranzan and find a few things. The job had gone fairly well finding three out of four of the items with no problem. It had taken weeks of planning, but those had gone off without a hitch. However, the last job had gone horribly wrong. Some sort of magical alarm had gone off and his partners had vanished on him. Without them he didn't have a hope of getting out of this place. He was a fighter not a stealthy guy. They had mainly need him to take care of a few guards at times. Now he was ducking through ally ways trying to avoid pursuers he couldn't see. He had decided to be in were-wolf form, because at least then they might not know he was elvish. If they knew he was an elf and caught him, things would go a lot worse for him. From years of being a hunter and sometimes being the hunted his ears had become extra sharp. He heard faint sounds of feet behind him again. He looked behind as he rounded a corner. Running into another person who also seemed to be running for their lives. He was a little surprised at seeing another were-wolf in this city, especially one that looked like a youngster. He grabbed for Logan's hand pulling him down another ally way away from the ones they had both come from. In a low hurried voice he spoke."Trust me the way you were going was not the way to go. Names Seregon and guessing you are running from about the same thing I am." His ears perked as he heard faint sounds again. "Darn I think they found our trail. Not good. Not good. He dropped Logan's hand going for a sword and shield. He didn't move either so as not to make a sound, just encase he was wrong. He hoped the other guy could fight a bit as that might be their only way out. |
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| Wethrin | Fri Sep 3, 2010 12:27 am Post #4 |
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Wethrin was in fine attire being a royal adviser. They valued his long years of experience and particular skills. Still it bothered him that he always had to be trapped down as a lowly male. He would have been far more powerful as a woman, but fate had not given him that luxury. He was walking down the streets when he saw two men running down an ally in his direction. They weren't drow so he motioned to a golem that had been accompanying him. It was one of his older creations, but it did it's job well. Blocking the exit to ally way. He saw guards closing in on the two miscreants from the other side. It was then he noted they were were-wolves. His eyes lit up at the chance to experiment on such creatures. He decided to claim them at least as long as no female noble interfered they would be his. "Ah good you guards capture those two alive. I want them for my own uses. Now make sure to bring them along quickly as long as there are no orders that would be higher than mine." The head guard recognizing Wethrin acknowledged the order. None of the guards even though twice as a noble was scary enough. Soon a short fight broke out as the two struggled against the guards and the simple stone golem. Wethrin not caring about the fight simply moved on letting the guards bring along the prisoners to his own lodgings. He had both of the were-wolves thrown in a barred cell in the cellar. His lab was in the next room so it was convenient to keep test subjects there. The odd smells wafted from his lab probably waking any prisoner who had be knocked unconscious. The cell had two piles of hay and little else for comfort. Two sides were stone with a stone roof and ceiling. The other sides were metal bars not even thick enough to get a hand through. There was a small slot clearly used to put trays of food in on, but it had a metal door and lock on it. The door was also locked tight. He left them there as he got permission from his current lady to keep the new pets. She agreed to his whims as he had proven useful in past and she had no desire for such toys. Soon he was back down in the cellar looking at the two of them in their cages. He let them speak first. It was a little kindness he enjoyed letting slaves have before breaking them. 'Come show me what kind of creatures you are.' Edited by Wethrin, Fri Sep 3, 2010 12:28 am.
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| Logan | Sun Sep 5, 2010 7:22 am Post #5 |
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Logan kept on praying, to any god that would listen, Hell, even Lolth if she pitied him enough to order some drow to let him live. Too bad that seemed unlikely, she, herself, was probably greatly enjoying the scene, laughing her spider queen ass off. Damn, too bad, would be hilarious if that happened, but the young werewolf quickly snapped back to reality, a turn was coming up soon, he needed to return to the fact he was running for his life from a bunch of skilled sword wielding underground psychotic elves who had nothing better to do. He gave a slight huff, readying to turn the corner, bubt all of a sudden everything blurred, and he was staring upwards towards the ceiling of Menzobarrenzen, tucked away from view by the shadows where the torch lights and faerie fires couldn't reach. Logan wondered for a moment, just what exactly had happened? Then a possibility struck him, he was probably about to die... He hopped up to his feet, taking a step back and panting with fear, his eyes widened when he noticed that the thing he had just collided with was another werewolf, probably in the same situation as the young werewolf... probably the reason that Logan was even in this mess to begin with! "Hey..." Logan started, being cut off as the other were jerked and pulled him along, leading him down a differant alleyway. The young lycan had no clue what was exactly going on, he just realized he had probably stepped into Hell. The other didn't exactly explain much, simply called himself Seregon. Maybe he was some house's escaped slave, and now had just managed to lead said house to capturing Logan for slave labor! "Yyou mean you're running from psychotic spider-worshipping dark-skinned, matriarchal, sadistic, underground elves, too?" Logan commented sarcastically before his ears twitched at the same sounds his new acquaintence had apparently picked heard, also signified by the new werewolf's comment. "Gee, ya think? We're in thick fur here, they can see our body heat! We're beacons against this cold stone." Finally Seregon let his death grip go, the young were shook his hand, watching the older were draw his weapons... not exactly the best idea to commit to against drow. "Sorry, there's no water around, I'm useless in a fight, especially against drow. I'm going to hope for mercy and not draw my sword against them. At my luckiest, I'll probably be enslaved and work my way to escape, at my unluckiest... I pray for a swift death." Logan stated simply, taking a step back and throwing his arms up in surrender. He watched as Seregon would fight against two drow guards and a golem, a fight that would be difficult even for the fabled Drizzt... possibly best not to mention that around the drow... Though, maybe, just maybe, Jarlaxle actually existed. Enough coin and he could help Logan escape... possibly even this odd werewolf who would apparently prefer to go down fighting. The drow and golem won the fight, but for some reason kept the two werewolves alive. Odd, but Logan wasn't exactly about to complain. And possibly for saidsm alone, the guards knocked him to the ground, where, though given a bad headache, Logan did his best to feign unconciousness, cursing the fact it was difficult to be knocked unconcious, though he didn't want them to hit him again... the kick they administered before dragging him and Seregon away was bad enough. Occasionally, Logan would fake his head bobbing to get a look around as he was brought along to wherever, trying for a desperate attempt tto remember landmarks, a way to the exit of this dark place, an almost impossible task in the Underdark for a surface dweller. All he knew for certain was eventually he was dragged into a building, and then thrown into a barred cell, a small obelisk of faeire fire providing a dim light. After the guards left, Logan picked himself up from the floor and sat himself in a pile of hay, taking note of the almost painfully strong aroma coming from a room over. He didn't say anything to his cellmate, nor paid much attention to him, lost in though, trying to recall everything he knew about drow, what he wold be expected to do, and not do... His head perked up for a moment at the echoing sounds of footsteps, he looked over, controlling his gaze to simply see the boots of a drow standing on the other side of thinly spaced bars. Logan huffed, gave a bit of a sigh, then decided to enjoy his last few moments of free-willed action, "I take it... you're responsible for us living? Going to use us for slave labor or whatever the hell that smell is?" |
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| Shirine | Sun Sep 5, 2010 8:39 am Post #6 |
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Seregon was annoyed at this kid who seemed to make jokes when your life was on the line. To top it all off when it came time to fight the kid was less than useless it seemed. "You don't have to smart and if you don't have a weapon, use your damn claws kid." He held up his shield to block a blow from one guard and managed a blindingly fast strike when he pulled his weapon. The guard went down, but a large force bashed into his back as the golem got him with a swift blow. He cursed as his vision blurred and pain slowed him down. Another blow and he was out. Groaning when he next woke he saw they were in a cell which was better than to be expected, but he also expected they would probably wish they had died after some time here. Drow weren't noted for their kindness. He had reflexively gone for his weapon and shield, but both were gone. He then looked around trying to ignore the overpowering smells coming from the next room. "Jeez what a lovely place to wake up in. Stupid mission, never working with people I don't know again." He then saw that the kid was here too. "Well looks like we are cell mates might as well know your name I gave you mine?" He gave up trying to talk to the boy when it was clear he wasn't talking. After a few more minutes he got up. First he stretched his body finding where it hurt. Once he determined his wounds weren't serious, he started searching the room tapping the walls, testing for any weakness, but leaning quickly against the wall he was testing when he heard someone approaching. The drow smelled like the room next door, so this was probably their new care taker. Strange for it to be a male, but that could be unpleasant for the both of them. The boy spoke up first. "The boy is got the right of it what do you want with us? But just make sure you be careful I bite unlike this kid." He glared at the drow with clear intent that he was going to escape this place at some point. Oddly enough his stare almost made the threat believable even though it was highly unlikely. Though truthfully he didn't like his chances this was a quality cell and it was going to be outside of it that they had any chance of escape. |
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| Wethrin | Sun Sep 5, 2010 9:07 am Post #7 |
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Wethrin smiled as both spoke their first words. 'Ah these are going to be wonderful test subjects. One docile and one angry one. Though I suppose I will have to put that precaution on both.' He pulled out a pair of collars. "Yes you both due owe me your lives and you will be helping me test a great many things. Though before you do I think we shall put a little something on you two to make you truly mine." He opened the food slot and tossed the two collars inside. He then spoke an arcane word and the collars lit up and jumped at both of his new pet's throats. No matter what they did the collars managed to fasten around their necks. He had closed the food slot as well. "Now then those little toys come with some rules, but first let me demonstrate their power." He raised his hand saying arcane words for lesser inflict wounds and both felt pain come sharply into them then cease a moment latter."Now here is the rules. One if you try to harm me in any way or you will be paralyzed by pain. Two if you try to leave this lab without my permission you will be paralyzed by pain. Three trying to destroy the collar can result in your deaths. Four you will obey all my orders or you will feel pain. Now my first order is to take off your clothes. You are now my slaves and have no need for clothes." What he hadn't told them is that there was also a suggestion spell on those special colors that would make them want to obey him quickly and would make them reluctant to fine a way to escape. The longer they had it on the stronger the spells became until most gave up the fight and became willing servants for the rest of their lives. Still there had been a few that had resisted the collars. That was why the pain spells were there. Slaves escaping seldom happened with these on, but then few could get a hold of them. He watched them as the undressed looking at his new specimens. He then had them toss their clothes through the slot and stuffed them in a chest he then locked it. Slaves did need clothes if they were ever taken outside after all. He then tossed in two loin cloths that didn't hide much. "Now you don't need names anymore either. You Pointing at Logan. Will be number one and you pointing at Seregon. Will be number two. You will respond to or say only those names for me or any other drow. Now tell me about yourselves a bit. I do so love to learn about my test subjects and if you are good I may let you sleep tonight. Though if you refuse I have plenty of experiments I would love to get going on and believe me most of them are very tough on the body." He eyed them both more a parts to a machine, but he was clearly interested in what he could learn about them. It was either that or finding out what was in that room next door with the horrible smells. Edited by Wethrin, Sun Sep 5, 2010 9:13 am.
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| Logan | Mon Sep 6, 2010 7:31 pm Post #8 |
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The young were’s head perked up for a moments the older one spoke against the drow. Logan could bite, if he thought he had any chance against a drow he probably would, but that was just stupid, and he would rather live a chunk of his life in slavery than the rest of it dying. He looked over to the cage’s door, the male drow finally speaking, and then a couple of blurs against the darkness seemed to tackle at the two lycans’ throats. Logan jumped at the thing rushing towards him, falling from his seat of hay and hitting the ground as it latched around his throat, a little too tight for comfort, Logan took a moment to make sure he could breathe and swallow… then again, of course he would be able to, the drow didn’t seem to want them dead… yet… too bad there was still time for him to change his mind on the matter. Logan gave out a cry in pain as the pain shot into his neck and rippled throughout his body. This was not going to be pleasant, that was obvious. Through the writhing of pain, he listened to the drow’s twisted rules… and the rather awkward first order that made Logan look to the dark elf with a bit of confusion on his face. “Wow… I knew drow males were raised in a female predominant society but I never knew just how far it's effects went… bet the next order he gives us is something kinky and disturbing.” Logan felt another sharp pain, but this one was actually worth it, he knew what the consequences would be, he just wanted to make light of the last few moments of being a fully clothed being to be enjoyable, he even managed a bit of a chuckle at his own joke. “You know, I’ve once or twice wondered about those weres in the forest, living lives of nudity… then I thought they were friggin’ nuts and went back to doing something productive… like mining clothes with on?” Another sharp pain, again, worth it… And through this pain, though the young werewolf greatly loathed it, he couldn’t help but have the feeling to dig one more point in. “And besides, we’re not technically your slaves, we’re the matron mother’s, you’re just getting to play with us… I bet you’ll be keeping us from view for some time, but eventually she’ll wonder… she’ll see us, and see at least something that can be used for more than your questionable fantasies and experiments… Oh gods this hurts!” Logan laughed, writhing in pain on the floor, but laughing. Eventually Logan did as he was told, the occasional chuckle as he removed his clothes, reluctantly removing his pendant, even more reluctance came from removing his hat. The thought still rang in his head, he knew enough about drow, males were whipped in the Underdark, and it really wouldn’t be much longer before somebody without the crazed experiments, possibly a female, would see them… It would be a little bit better and a little bit worse, but it would possibly play out for the best if Logan could control his thoughts of escape around a Priestess of Lolth. “Well, you wanted to know my name, I guess it’s Number One… You can call me One for short.” Logan chuckled moving to the door. As Logan put on the loincloth, disgruntled, a new thought passed through his mind and he looked up to the drow with an almost grim smile, “Well, If any female cares enough, we’ll have actual names… or even our own, I know that occasionally a servant to the royal females won’t be a dark elf male. After that, you wouldn’t be able to touch us… and if any royal blood above you in the house wants us as their slaves, you can’t exactly do much about it, can you?” Again, Logan chuckled, fully expecting the pain to come. Edited by Logan, Mon Sep 6, 2010 7:38 pm.
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| Shirine | Mon Sep 6, 2010 9:49 pm Post #9 |
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Seregon was surprised by the collar leaping for him and blocked it with his hand fighting with it for several minutes until it wiggled out of his grip and snapped around his throat. He disliked the feeling of it and knew he wouldn't like what was coming as the drow spoke. The pain shot through him for the first time it was bad, but not that bad yet. He managed to stay standing even though it was painful. The rules were simple enough, but the order was annoying. It wasn't so much that he couldn't do without clothes, but more the fact it had been an order. His fur would keep him warm enough. Still he resisted silently taking three shocks of pain that dropped him to his knees. He reluctantly took off his clothes and put on the loin cloth. He was glad he had fur since it did cover him. His muscular build was clear without the clothes and there were several scars all over his body from long numbers of fights. Some of which he didn't even remember since he had lost all memory of his past a couple years ago. Being left with only himself and his sword. He stared at the drow as the boy started cracking jokes. He smiled and that earned him pain as well. He couldn't help laughing with his new companion. Pain going through his body too he spoke out as well as he could between shocks of pain. "You have a bit of bite in you too kid. Just keep that spirit and we will both enjoy a bite out of our new master one of these days." At those words an especially large burst of pain came out and he was on the ground next to the boy. He knew he would have to obey that drow eventually for a while, but the first time this guy made a mistake... well there would be no second mistake. However, even just that though seemed to cause pain. He welcomed the pain expecting to pass out soon, but some how he was being kept awake and aware as the pain continued. Eventually the torture stopped when the drow seemed satisfied. He slowly got to his feat aching all over, but he expected they weren't done yet. He decided he didn't have much of a past anyways so he wouldn't hide who he was. Breathing hard he watched the drow with hatred still in his eyes. "Alright I get you don't like jokes. I will tell you about me a bit you bastard. I am a mercenary. Been one as far back as I can remember. All I got is my sword skill and myself. Just bad luck the plan went wrong on this job. Now I am your problem." He grinned wolfishly at his captor feeling a shock of pain again, but it wasn't as bad as the last time. He still feel into a heap in the straw as a result. He just wasn't recovered yet. |
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| Wethrin | Mon Sep 6, 2010 10:11 pm Post #10 |
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As they spoke his lip curled a bit and he frowned at the two. He disliked the disobedience. He considered he might have to spend a few days breaking these two before he could get into the real experimentation. 'Sight good help is so hard to find.' He let out bursts of pain into both of his new slaves, but let them finish talking as they would. Increasing the pain each time. He allowed number two to only receive a minor burst of pain for his last comment. He had been rude, but had obeyed the order. He turned to number one though and laughed as he kept the pain on a bit longer for him. "You have quite the tongue One. It is sharp and acid like. I would almost approve of it if you didn't use it against me. Though once you are broken I will enjoy a smart lab rat for once. As for escaping with one of the ladies... well I doubt that will happen. They only come here for demonstrations of my latest works or to inspect the lab. The lab was just inspected and isn't due for another year. As for demonstrations... well we shall see if you live that long. I go through test subjects so quickly, but maybe you were-wolves will prove to be hardier than the others. I do hope so. Though even then I doubt any will want you. I am an adviser to the royal court and few would dare to take my test subjects even a royal female will hesitate. Now then I forgot to tell you one more rule. You will only call me Master or Master Wethrin. Now One I will ask you again tell me about yourself, not your name, but your history skills and things like that or we get started right away. I think I have just the experiment too. My last test in that experiment killed your predecessor. He screamed his blood was boiling. It even turned to steam and came out of his skin. Oh so much cleaning after that, but quite interesting. So which is it?" He let up on the pain allowing test subject One to at least speak. He waited tapping his fingers on a near by wooden table. He wondered which choice would be chosen. That experiment was fascinating. He almost considered starting it anyways, but then he had lost five subjects to it and he needed these two for the moment. He would use less unique slaves for that one. |
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| Logan | Mon Sep 6, 2010 10:52 pm Post #11 |
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Logan was going mad… he had to be, he was laughing through the pain, finding his own comment utterly hilarious as he writhed on the floor. Obviously the drow wasn’t laughing with him but rather at the pain that coursed through the young werewolf’s body, but none-the-less, the young lycan laughed. And when the drow finished his turn of speaking, Logan had heard every word, listening to it with the intent of a younger child hearing the greatest tale ever told. He quickly fell to the floor, bursting out in laughter as the dark elf made a confession. “Master’s not even royal blood! Even the secondboy has more power than Master does! And who’s Master think Master’s kidding? The only royal females that would fear a male like Master would be the ones from smaller houses or ones that have fallen from the favor of Lolth.” Logan laughed his way through the pain, each time he said the word ‘master’ it dripped with almost venomous sarcasm. He felt like he was going to die from the pain, apparently the drow disliked a sharp mind more than sharp teeth, the pain from the control collar just reinforced this thought into the young werewolf’s mind, it was something he could possibly use. When the pain at last subsided, Logan picked himself from the floor, still chuckling; his arms wobbled a bit from the exhausting effects of laughter and pain. He had to be going mad, this wasn’t exactly normal… though in all honesty, it was funny to him. He looked to the drow’s eyes with defiance in his own, giving a drawn out sigh. “If Master really find me so interesting, Master’ll just love seeing my limits, won’t Master? Master doesn’t want me dead… not yet… Master wants to know about me? Fine… My name, full, first and last, no middle as far as I can tell, is Number One, I was found running for my life from… what did I say earlier? Oh, right, psychotic spider-worshipping dark-skinned, matriarchal, sadistic, underground elves… Of course, I would never say that to anybody of actual royalty… No, to them I would show respect… Well, I suppose the best way to know about me is for me to speak about what I think about Master, from what little I’ve seen, but what I know about the dark elves… Master… Master’s nothing more than an interesting lap dog to the Matron Mother; she lets Master have Master’s occasional treats, Master knows it, but Master watches Master’s mouth, listen to her orders… At the end of the day, Master tries to forget the fact Master’s nothing more than a male that jumps when Master is ordered to by royalty… I, until about a few minutes ago, was a young werewolf… now I have started a new life, with a new identity, I am Number One, One for short. I am defiant, in the service of… whatever house this is, my past means nothing, who I was means nothing, only that I do what I’m told by Master who does what he’s told when he’s told… and just because demonstration was recent, doesn’t mean that Matron Mother or one of her children will come down here, see me and Two as interesting, and decide they want us instead of letting Master have them. So… Master, if Master wants to waste me so quickly, go ahead, I can’t do anything about it… In fact, in my defiance, I probably interest the Spider Queen more than you do.” Logan spoke out in defiance, accepting the pain from such, he talked about himself like ordered, but with as much rebellious intent as he could muster up… And while he lie on the floor in utter agony, howls of pain mixing with almost mad laughter, he could only think one thing… ‘I need to get a blindfold…’ |
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| Shirine | Tue Sep 7, 2010 3:12 am Post #12 |
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Seregon watched as his companion kept going. It was obvious that the drow was getting angrier and the kid didn't know when to stop. He got up to his feet and moved over the guy in pain on the ground. "You know there is a limit to how much you can do. Take it easy or he really will kill you. Be smart and wait stay alive. I don't want a mad man for a cell mate either and if you keep torturing yourself then that is what you will end up being." If that didn't get to Logan he continued to try to get through with words or physically. Whatever way it was to get the guy to not insult Wethrin anymore. He trully was afraid that the drow would kill the younger were-wolf. Wethrin looked angry and he felt the force of magic paralyze him with pain and he couldn't do more than look as his companion was dragged out of the cell by some magic or another and taken into the next room. He heard screams as Wethrin did something he couldn't see. 'The fool he isn't the type that should be captured. Already pushing to far and risking breaking himself. He needs to learn to be patient. I hope the guy survives or escaping this will be that much harder.' He was indeed surprised when Logan was thrown back inside the cell with him. He looked horrible, but was alive at least. Wethrin soon left the basement for the night leaving them alone. He pulled himself up glad to have been ignored for now. When the drow was done he got up and went over to the guy. He got him onto the hey so he would at least be comfortable. He seemed to be awake so he tried to talk a bit. "Try to be a bit smart next time. While he is gone let's here your real name then we can plan a bit and get some rest for tomorrows ordeals. Sound fair." |
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| Wethrin | Tue Sep 7, 2010 3:57 am Post #13 |
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Wethrin was angry, but he was even more annoyed that the other one tried to help this one. That was no good and even his advice was poor as he was already angry enough to kill test subject One. He flung out his power causing pain to the larger one and letting yanking Logan to his feat on an invisible leash. Yet another use of these collars. He opened the door and dragged his subject out. He ordered him onto a table in the next room which automatically strapped him in. He then walked over to him with a steaming beaker. "You have a big mouth. Now try not to die while I tell you the error of your thinking." He poured the foul burbling substance down Logan's throat not being gentle in the least. The substance spread slowly through his body burning his blood and lungs. It seemed like he was on fire, but there was nothing to put out. It was far worse than any pain yet. Wethrin made notes on a piece of paper as he watched Logan. Oddly Logan could still hear everything Wethrin said. "Now that I have your attention let me tell you a thing or two. One I am a particularly special case. Power comes in many forms. Sure the royalty could command me, but I serve well and have many connection they would rather I don't use. Plus even royalty changes around here and I even have royal blood. A cousin sure, but royal. Being a royal adviser is a high position for a male. I keep a tight schedule of everything and surprises are highly unlikely. So give up your little hopes and if you ever start insulting me again you will loose all usefulness to me." After a few hours of letting the potion work on him it finally stopped. "Alive good." He released Logan and threw him back into the cell. The experiment had been a success tonight. The subject hadn't died and the pain was real. His next demonstration would go well with this one. They had been wanting it for quite some time. Able to burn a person's inside and not kill them. It was a wonderful torture potion. He smiled as he left his subjects locked in their cages. He started planning tomorrow's experiments already as he walked up the stairs into his room. Falling asleep on a nice bed while his slaves slept on thing old straw. |
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| Logan | Thu Sep 9, 2010 9:20 am Post #14 |
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Every ounce of pain, every second that felt like an hour as that magic of that collar seemed to bite into his very soul. While fear was present in the young werewolf, a sense of overwhelming joy and success overpowered it nigh ten-fold, signified by the laughter breaking through howls of utter torment. He loathed every ounce of pain, but loved every bit of what it signified. He may be young, but he was smart enough to figure for everything that made a male drow’s life so expendable within the dark stone walls of the Underdark. The sheer pure pain had to have meant he hit the right spot on his ‘master’ to anger him to such a degree, the feeling of success driven in as he was dragged away by an unseen force. However, Seregon’s words did hold truth; Logan couldn’t afford to spit in their captor’s face beyond this act of rebellion… He would have to play broken, succumb to orders against his will… The drow must have been smart, but also easily angered. Logan looked around as he lied on the table, strapped in by the mysterious forced of magic, he took in note of the room, it seemed fit for a researcher, and the smells now seemed to have an appearance to accompany them, or at least blurred outline, seeing as how the young lycan’s vision was blurred from the pain of the collar. His vision cleared long enough to see the drow scientist standing over him, an obviously very hot liquid in a glass beaker in his black hand. A pretense of dread ran throughout the werewolf’s body, chilling it in anticipation as the dark elf spoke. Logan knew, right then and there, that the following moments of his life were going to extremely painful… Hopefully he had been through worse, and hopefully the beaker was nothing more than a serum to cause him eternal hiccups without magical restorative magic… Alas for Logan, it was not. The chill in his bones quickly vanished as the hot liquid was poured down his throat, his body warming up, quickly turning to a burning sensation throughout his body. There was no laughter this time as he screamed and howled in pure fiery pain, hearing enough of what the drow said in between moments of pained yelling to piece together the phrase. He was royal blood, but just barely. A witty retort shot through Logan’s mind for a split second, but was quickly replaced by another howl of pain. It continued for hours, the sad part being that Logan had felt slightly cooler after only the first, accustom to the searing pain a slight bit, it still hurt like Hell. It stopped, and he panted and gasped for air as he was dragged once again, this time from the hellish room and thrown into his shared prison. At the moment, Logan could do nothing better than listen to his cellmate’s words. When he finally finished speaking, the young lycan licked at his lips a bit, his mouth was utterly dry, his throat pained, yet he still managed a chuckle, gathering the strength to lift his left arm up, revealing a blue pearl, speaking his voice was obviously damaged, riddled with rasping. “My name is Logan, and I don’t plan on doing anything stupid from here on out… You’re probably up for tomorrow, so I’m going to warn you now… He used a concoction that made me feel as if I had been dropped into a pit of magma. He may wish to look for varying effects between subjects, I don’t think he’ll using me soon being so damaged.” He dropped his arm and let out a pained sigh, “Planning so soon would be a fool’s error… The first thing they’ll wait to see us do would be to escape. And that elf is smart, he’s probably listening to our conversation as he sleeps… For now, I suggest we submit to the slavery, pray we survive, and hope for the best… Now let’s get some sleep, we have a long day of being test subjects tomorrow, and it would be even worse if we were to be without rest if he decides to ‘study’ us both.” Logan huffed, turning over and quickly falling unconscious. |
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| Shirine | Thu Sep 9, 2010 6:42 pm Post #15 |
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Seregon nodded to Logan's words as they made sense. Waiting until they knew they were safe was a good decision. It seemed like Logan was thinking ahead and that was good. He had been worried as when he had antagonized the drow. The sound of that concoction that was probably awaiting him in the morning sounded unpleasant to say the least. "I suppose you make good points. Though it sounds like I am in for an unpleasant day tomorrow,thanks for the warning." He saw his cell mate turn over and fall a sleep. He stayed awake a bit longer inspecting things around the cell some more. It was very secure and he couldn't see much they could use to escape. It was all solid stone or those metal bars. He fell a sleep shortly after he finished his inspection trying to rest as best he could given the conditions. Even with the old hay the room got cold and it was only his fur that kept him warm. The floor was uncomfortable, but he had slept on the ground before so it was alright. Still it was eerily silent that night. Few of the noises he was familiar with were in this place. Combined it made for an uncomfortable sleep. He wasn't sure when it was, but he felt pain waking him up. There was no way to tell time here at least as far as he could figure yet. He saw that the drow was back and there was a small pitiful tray of food that looked barely enough for one person, but was obviously meant for both of them. He couldn't help having resentment in his eyes as he looked at their captor, but he said nothing. Today he would try to obey. Maybe he would let his guard down if he did. |
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