Dungeon

[Hirilmor]

The dungeon is located in the basement of the Palace and has many cells in which prisoners are tortured, starved and abandoned, if not killed. Many guards wander the dungeon halls every hour of every day, making sure that only prisoners and Hirilmor are allowed into the area. The air of the dungeon is thick with the aroma of Death, and screams can be heard throughout the palace from the torture going on. Even after its been days since a prisoner's last torture, moans and sobs can be heard from the deformed bodies begging for relief.

Hirilmor and two of her guards had chained their prisoner's arms behind his back and now led him to the palace, and down many stairs to a jail area that was surrounded by many guards.
They walked him down the rows of cells, passed a few prisoners who reached out at them in a poor attempt to get free, and stripped him of any weapons they could find, then threw Tenith into an empty cell rather viciously and locked the cell door.
Hirilmor then disappeared for a moment, probably putting Tenith's weapons somewhere to be given to the old man who ran the market stalls.

[Tenith]

(its ok thats enough)

Tenith smiled as he hit the floor. It was going more then planned, they had put his weapons outside of the cell, and they hadn't checked his boot for a weapon. Now he had to wait till the queen came or a guard.

[Hirilmor]

Hirilmor soon returned with a trunk full of handy torture devices. She reached into the trunk and pulled out some chains and a claw-like 'tickler' and looked in at Tenith, "Which land are you from Elfy-boy, and what are you doing here?" She sat down on the trunk outside of his cell, still holding those items, "Will you answer my questions, or do I have to force them out of you? It'd be shame to damage such a pretty face, but I've done it before." She smiled evilly, she loved performing her own torture.

((edited which object I took out of the trunk, didn't think you wanted all your hair burned off, hehe.))

[Tenith]

" It doesn't matter now, its to late for you to do anything." Tenith said. "But if you would like to know i am from Rivendell, I left my land for reasons of my own. In Gondor i was accepted into the Rangers of Ithilien, but by now Athor and the others have exited the city."

[Hirilmor]

Hirilmor and two guards entered Tenith's cell, and the guards apprehended the Elf so he couldn't try anything funny. Hirilmor came up behind him and grabbed his left hand and twisted his middle and ring fingers in a way that made a nice cracking sound and broke them. She did the same to his right hand, and then had the guards chain Tenith facing the wall with his hands to the ceiling.
Hirilmor grabbed the claw-like tickler.

And slashed at Tenith's back until it was a bloody mess.
(kind of like this.)
Then came the (classic) whip and she lashed him with great severity.
After a while of such, she let the guards unchain him and they left the cell.
Hirilmor laughed and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, I won't kill you, I want you to feel every bit of pain I deal out; maybe you'll learn never to mess with the Corsairs!" She left him on the floor and locked the door.
Later, guards came in and rubbed salt into the welts on his back.

[Tenith]

During the whiping and clawing Tenith yelled out in pain and agony. The elf knew from this day forth he will never be the same, and never look clearly at anything as he use to do.
As Hirlimor came close to whisper in his ear he kicked and struggled but his chains held him tight. "Never mess with the Corsairs eh? I will mess with them again and a 100 times over. Your grandchildrens grandchildrens shall meet me, and everyone of them die in pain and agony, and i will assure you in the next 100 years I will have the last laugh over your grave, and then take a nice piss on it and be gone" He yelled as he was thrown in his cell.

"Fools," Tenith said, as in his hand slipped out a key that he had taken from the gaurds. The elf was a sneaky "HAHAHAHAAHHAAhA" he left out a laugh like an evil mad man. With that when the gaurds where switching there shift, he snuck out. Managed to put his cloths on and weapons. His bow no where to be found. But where may the mad man lay, the mad man.... the mad man. Revenge is closer then Tenith knows..

[Hirilmor]

A few guards came by to check on their prisoner to find him gone, only blood spots stained the floor with a few chunks of skin as well. It was a wander the Elf had escaped, but the guards didn't tell their queen for fear of ending up worse than him; instead they said he had died and that they had cleaned up his mess.