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Post by Morwen on Oct 18, 2008 16:00:35 GMT -5
(i know what it is.....not nice...... but good for getting info...still not nice....sick.....)
She exhaled sharply as he took her by the throat; this meant she had no air whilst he spoke and her eyes clouded over slowly and she hardly heard his words. She fell to the floor gasping for breath as he released her before vainly struggeling against the orcs that bound her. Her screams of fear echoed though the corridors untill one orc stuffed an old ra in her mouth. She gagged on its foul stench as she was strapped to the wall before she froze; her eyes wondering round the room, wideing at what she saw there. One of the orcs came over and ripped the black dress and cloke from her leaveing her in her white shift.
Fear rolled off her as she saw him desend into the chamber his robes flowing out behind him.
Yet with the fear came hate.
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Post by Ratha on Oct 19, 2008 3:11:20 GMT -5
( I know but it does work.... in a twisted kind of way)
Ratha soon descended down to the 'workshop', he saw that she had been tied to the wall as ordered. However she was lacking her dress, which was odd. Oh well he thought, the orcs get hansy when they are excited. He saw that she was looking around her in quite some horror. She would probably be screaming if she had not had the gag put on. The walls of the Workshop were dripping with blood. Severed limbs and body parts were in jars and in the corner there was a cage full of what probably were men but now had degenerated into squabbling animals as they fought for scraps of what looked like pig offal. He walked up close to her removed the gag and said "Your starting to hate me. This is good, I'm going to make you powerful again and the hate will help. One day you will thank me, perhaps even like me. But until you remember you shall hate me with all your being." He turned from her and picked up a shining blade from a tray nearby. He lightly slashed her arm, enough to draw blood, and as it seeped he laughed and said "And so it begins." He snapped at the two orcs again and told her to move her over to the table. And then go get the water and sack.
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Post by Morwen on Oct 19, 2008 4:17:55 GMT -5
(its still wrong...you should probs know i'm a pacifist and i have a phobia of drowing lol....you couldn't have picked at better torture lol)
OOC: i'v had her dress taken off becuase i don't want it ruined again lol
Her pupils dilated with pain as he cut her and she stifleied a moan; determined not to give him satisfaction. The blood trickled down her arm in a warm stream soaking into the white shift; turning it a bright crimson; like marriage sheets. She could not help herself however as she was strapped to the table she cried out;
"Your mad Ratha, insane. What do you hope to achive by this? I was never powerful, if i was then i wouldn't be in this position would I? This is just a waste of your time; let me go or have done with it and kill me but stop this madness!"
She gasped in desperation
As the last lock was clicked into place and the orcs went to featch the water she lost all control and began to scream and rile at him;
"I swear i'l kill you Ratha, by everything i know i swear i'l kill you!"
She began to shake with fear her eyes focused completly on him. She didn't want to become another one of his prizes. The orcs returned carrying the water and the sack; her eyes focused on them. She had no idea what he was going to do and she had a feeling she didn't want to know.
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Post by Ratha on Oct 19, 2008 10:42:30 GMT -5
She was becoming desperate, fear rolled off her like the smell of decay. Ratha revelled in it and said "No my dear I am not mad, I will cause you no serious harm, nothing that cannot be fixed, and if you kill me then you shall have some serious kudos from yours truly. For I can't be killed by normal blades, oh no you need an enchanted blade for that and trust me when I say there isn't one of those for a few hundred miles. My brethren enjoy all sorts of torture usually the racks or blades. I prefer Psychological torture, you are going to have that bag put over your head and my orc over there is going to pour water on for about a minute, and just before you die I will take the sack off and you will be all better! Only problem is that while your under there it sets of your gag reflex and you think you are drowning. It is the most effective way of getting information out of someone without causing them serious harm. Only two people I have tortured have ever made it to the second round and they told me the information immediately after it. Well good luck and good remembering!" He swiftly yanked the bag over her head, he signaled to the orc who started pouring.
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Post by Morwen on Oct 19, 2008 11:20:16 GMT -5
While he was speaking she was screaming obsenities at him.
"I'l kill you Ratha I don't care when or how but i swear i'l kill you. Your a monster, your nothing!" Tears of fear stracked down her face as she spoke. The she froze as she explained eXactly what he was about to do. When she was little Morwen had been held underwater to stimulate drowning as part of her training as an assasin. They said it was to make her tougher. However the boy holding her under had held her thier longer than was nessery; revenge for a person slight the day before.
She had almost drowned and had killed him the second she had been relased. Such was her twisted training that this lighting response depsite the fact she was starved of air was noted down positavly by her instructor.
Kalidul did not remember this; but the inate fear of drowning was still there.
"Well good luck and good reMembering!" Her new screams of terror where quickly cut off as the sack was yanked over her head.
Water began to cascade down over it vivid flashes of memory of that time dureing ehr trianing came back to her. The smell of the river water, the taste as it flooded her mouth the darkness pressing against her eyes the water flooding against her an unstoppable force filling her lungs she couldn't breath...
Her body was bucking aginst the restiants as she coughed and gasped for breath that though still entered her body she didn't not feel or belive. The only thing was the water.
Drowning her.
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Post by Ratha on Oct 19, 2008 16:42:47 GMT -5
After a good 45 seconds he signaled for the orc to stop and he whipped the bag off her head. He crouched down next to her and said "Well then my pet. Do you remember anything? Or are you going to have to have another trip? I can easily do it." He patted her wet hair and said "Tell me, or it happens again, and again and again!" Slowly building force with his words until he could og destroyed a wall with the last one.
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Post by Morwen on Oct 19, 2008 17:02:20 GMT -5
She could breath.
Air.
It soared though her.
She lay there trembeling comepltly helpless, gasping for air. Her deperate eyes pleaded with him mutely.
"Please" she finally managed to gasp out. "I remember the smell of river water in my mouth. Nothing more." Her voice cuaght with fear.
"Please"
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Post by Ratha on Oct 20, 2008 16:32:50 GMT -5
He looked on her for a second and said "Well then it is working. Again." He shoved the bad back on her head and the orcs started pouring again, ignoring her muffled screams and writhing. He sat back and started to fiddle with a knife throwing it high in the air before catching it again. Waiting again.
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Post by Morwen on Oct 20, 2008 16:43:17 GMT -5
"NO!" her cries were muffeled as the bag was pulled back over her head and the water comenced once more.
I'l kill him, i'l kill him!
Unless he kills you first
Drowning
Water in her lungs and throat. The gag reflex kicked in as she fought for breath depserately.
A small cottage on a mountain side, blue skys, a golden lizard creature soaring though the cold mountian air. A rowan tree.
The deluge of water filling up her very brain. Suffocateing her.
Finally the bag was pulled off.
Air
"I remember i remember!" desperate words fell out of her mouth. "My names Rowan, i live in the mountains far from here. Let me go. I remember. Let me go!" she pleaded
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Post by Ratha on Oct 21, 2008 2:15:33 GMT -5
Ratha looked at her for a moment, studying her intently "You have remembered something but not what I want, are you not telling me anything? Again." He put the bag back on her head and started humming a little tune Hmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmm hmm hmmmm He pointed to the orc as he hummed and the water came cascading down.
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Post by Morwen on Oct 21, 2008 11:10:22 GMT -5
Kalidul couldn't breath. No air. Her eyes pressed back into her head by the weight of the water.
Whiteness.
Light.
Harsh aginst her eyes.
Loss.
Bamini
"BAMINI!" Her scream was muffeled but depsite that the power of her next words was not dimmed. An elvish curse and her restraints were lieing on the floor shattered with the impact.
Morwen ripped the bag off her head and cold eyes stared at Ratha venemousely. With the lithness of a trained assasin she was on her feet.
Two slivers of mettel that had been lieing on a work bench were now potrudeing though the orcs necks. Morwen flexed her muceles expertimently. Her face still a blank mask as she stepped over the bodies of the orcs in thier final death throes.
It had all happened in less that a second.
She allowed smile to dart acrose her mouth. Her training still held good. Thier death was not nessary; but it was a small act of revenge for what they ahd inflicted on her body. She picked up a sword dripping in gore from one of Ratha's experiments.
"Your disadvantage now Lord Ratha" her voice was a silken smile "Is that before I simply wished to kill you. I now know that to be nearly impossible...however" a cruel smirk played over her lips and her eyes flashed. "...I belive the regeneration process was quite...painful for Lord Khamul after the battle with the Roherim maid."
She held the sword lightly as one trained well in its use. "I wonder what would happen if I plunged this into your hood?" she asked a malevelont gleam in her eyes.
She did not tell him who she was. After what he had done to her it was only fair.
All she wanted to do was collapse on the floor and weep for her adoptive son. But Morwen never cried; never let any emotion show that was not carefully planned.
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Post by Ratha on Oct 21, 2008 17:16:06 GMT -5
Ratha was, surprised at the reaction he got. In a blink of the eye two orcs were dead and a very different women was standing in front of him with a dodgy sword. He stood and said "You want to know what will happen? It would disintegrate I suppose. It is what happens normally. Trust me I have received a fair few scrapes to the old noggin. But how can it be my disadvantage? You are still alone in a small room against an immortal and near indestructible being of great power and strength. Would you not like to be like me? I know so much and want to know so much more. Whoever you are now, because you quite blatantly are not the sniveling young girl who came down here, help me and I will help you. Have I not given you back all this power. You just blew up a table! Help me and I will make you stronger yet." He put on a soothing voice. He would win if she tried anything however he would probably kill her and he did not want that.
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Post by Morwen on Oct 22, 2008 12:24:54 GMT -5
She gave a mirthless laugh. He was treating her like some animal that could strike at any moment. He was worried by something that he did not control. Yet despite herself his soothing voice calmed her inner tears and allowed her to think more clearly.
"True" her voice was a murmer that reverberated around the hollow chamber "But at least i would have some small part of my revenge even if i was dead." Her eyes flashed coldly; filled with hate. "However I have more important matters to attend to than you for the time being; though i swear that one day Ratha i shall come and find you. This is swear." She put the sword down on the table.
With a fluid movement she had retrived her black dress and put it back on. "How could you give me more power Ratha? I have lands and status already." she looked at him wonderingly for a few moments, tieing the ties of her cloake together.
"Ah" a mocking smile touched her eyes. "You would make me a wraith like you? Who's slave would i be Ratha? Yours or your masters?" Her eyes darkned momentarily. "Yours I think."
She wlaked over to him and looked up into his hood. "I don't think so Ratha. I'd rather live than be a shadow without the ability to feel anything, dead and cold." Suddenly she laughed. "But i think thats diffrent for you isn't it Ratha. Annoyace, lust, anger...fear...not something a wraith normally feels." She smiled cruely and stepped out of his range quickly.
"But tell me anyway Ratha; i am intrigued." she sat down on a bench not covered in gore. "How can the Queen of Rhun help you?"
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Post by Ratha on Oct 22, 2008 14:31:28 GMT -5
He inwardly smiled, he could not actually smile any way but he felt a sense of accomplishment. "Ah, so that is who you are the mysterious Morwen, disappearing I should have put two and two together, how on Middle Earth did I not figure it out? Well, you ask how I can make you more powerful? Tell me have you ever heard of the palantirs? You have! Well I happen to know the location of not one but two. And have the ability to get to them. The o palantirs nly problem is I need someone one of certain magical abilities to... feel it out for me, I know the vague location, but that is it. And I think you might be the best option. You will be free to go once it is in my possession. But I may require further use of your services. I know not of what reward you shall receive, maybe one of themselves. Who knows? But you are right, I am not like the others. As of recently I have felt more human, disgusting isn't it? Me feeling self pity!" He gave a bark of a laugh and turned away. "My master is Khamûl now, and I will do as he wishes. But you shall be very well rewarded for your efforts. Now remember who made you again. I told you you would hate me for it but look, you are powerful again."
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Post by Morwen on Oct 22, 2008 16:23:58 GMT -5
"Maybe it was your ring that clouded your judgment" she cut lightly." And I didn't disaspear. My adopted-son was murdered and my eneimies attmepted to assasinate me." Her heart thuded faster as she rememberd the look on Bamini's face as he commited suicide to save her. Bamini the Sacred Dragon, her golden son who had dedicated himself in the Temple in thanks for a preistess sacrificeing herself in his place for the sake of an alliance with the dwarfs. The only person she had ever truley loved and who had loved her back.
"Do you think your fine words or promises diminish my hatred of you Ratha. You did not make me; I made myself. It was simply your...promting that reminded me of this. " Yet despite herself she was intrigued. Wern't all the palntires but two lost? It would be a great treasure to posses one....however they did corrupt and enslave weaker minds; she knew in all likelyhood that there would be someone with a palantier with a stronger mind than her; she would become a slave to thier will.
He felt self pity? What for she wondered. Despite herself she empathised with him, if he felt human emotions then she could understand and maybe like him...? No. He had abused her, used her, seen her at her lowest without dignity or self possesion. He was her enemey.
Still she had no real option and she was intrested. She walked over to him and laid a soft hand upon his arm, turning him back so he faced her.
"However...you are right. I am Morwen, Queen of Rhun and its dominions...and i accept your offer to find the palantiers. But I hope that my services shall not be needed too much...if i am right then I need to return to Rhun. We shall talk of my reward for helping you later but for now i would be greatful if you would send scouts secretly to Rhun to find out what is happening; though not an orc. I never tolerated them to step into Rhun while i ruled and i doubt that law has been changed."
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