RP:Another victim joins Minara in the torture chamber

Setting

Torture Chamber of drow House D'Jiv'undus

8th September 2011

Spittle is already here, bound to a chair. Daath enters with Athyaron

Daath appears from out of the darkness of this place, the underdark being home to an almost eternal night. A moment is taken for his own vision to adjust, the complete and utter darkness causing his natural, infa-red eyesight to kick in. Benjamin, having been reanimated and empowered with some magic, can see as if they were still on the surface. A blind servant is useless. Within moments, servants are upon Daath, the noble commanding his underlings to escort the lycan to the room upstairs.

Athyaron put up no challenge as he was escorted. The drow had kept his end of the bargain...amazingly enough in the lycan's eyes, he was going to keep his.

The recently captured surface elf, once named Minara, now as a slave given the humiliating title of Spittle shudders with disgust, and loathing when her drow master pats her head, as if she were a well behaved pet dog. What troubles her even more, is that a part of her is relieved, glad to have pleased him, has given up and begun to think like a slave. Still there is a great deal of fight left in the woman, she does not lack bravery. The bound elf suffers continual throbbing pain in her hand and arm, following Vlontyrr's torture. Almost worse is a terrible itch that she cannot scratch. Bound tightly as she is, able to move little, her joints and muscles are stiffening up, and even when the restricting straps are unbound, she will for a while find movement difficult, and painful. An hour or so after her master leaves her alone, the elf can no longer hold in the contents of her bladder, therefore her skirts are now soaking wet, causing her humiliation, chaffing her skin and foul smelling. Still this is unlikely to happen again anytime soon, since the wretched bound captive, is beginning to become badly de-hydrated. The band of rogue drow who had captured her about 30 hours previously, had given her no water, nor has she had anything to drink since being gifted to House D'Jiv'undus. The bloodloss from Vlontyrr's artistry on her hand an arm, while not in itself of major concern, has worsened her dehydration. Within a short time the pitiful wretch's attitude has gone from dreading Vlontyrr's return to torture her further, to desparately hoping he will be back soon that she may ask him for a drink of water, even if her master then torments her more. The terrible unrelenting thirst is becoming even more of an ordeal, than this new slave suffered when those barbaric instruments of torture were used on her. When Daath and the strange lycan enter. The woman bound to the chair speaks humbly to Daath. "Please master, plesae may I have some water to drink."

Daath oocly notes Sophie is going to be NPCing 2 characters for us, Benjamin, the undead slave. And Minara, the elven slave thats already help captive here. While we are waiting on the rooms to be changed, I'll note this room is large, and relatively empty. A few torches are here, so that captives are able to see in a limited way. Think of a dark room with a faint "nightlight". In the center of the room is a chair, with straps and covered in runes. Around it is a lowered bit of floor, filled with water, leaving anyone who sits in it to have their feet in the water. To the left, a table, with straps and runes. In between both is a shorter table with implements of torture, and a few vials of gods know what.

Benjamin hands his drow master some of the tools of his cruel art.

You :: The once insanely rich and pampered merchant, now Daath's undead slave, Benjamin Richard Darcy Ignacius Fitzwillaim, was when alive one of the foremost citizens of Vailkrin. Now over his incredible expensive fashionable silk and velvet apparrel he wears a blood stained apron, ready to assist his master in the grisly art of causing pain, and suffering in general. He is not happy at all. All this seems far too much like -work- . He is a gentleman, he does NOT work! Still under the influence of Daath;s powers as a necromancer, he has no choice. He hands his drow master some of the cruel tools of his art. You gave 1 Mithril Scalpel to Daath.

You gave 1 Ogre Shaped Nutcracker to Daath.

Daath watches as the servants bring the lycan upstairs, into the now foul smelling torture room of House D'Jiv'undus. The faint torchlight that illuminates the room allows all to see the elven woman titled spittle by her brother, the woman's wretched appearence causing a vile smirk to form upon the necromancer's ebon lips. As Minara asks for water, Daath nods to Benjamin, silently commanding the undead to fetch the slave some water. Then, turning his attention back to the lycan known as Athyaron, the arcane steward waves off the servants, after having the shackles removed. Athyaron was here, and unless he had great magic at his disposal, the enchantments in place here would prevent any chance of escape for now. Daath motions to the table, and says. " Lay down." Its odd, how pleasant the drow is being. There is no commanding tone in his voice, in fact, he talks to the ranger like he is a guest in his house. The scarlet eyes of the dark elf can be seen from within the shadows of the hood that he wears, watching the elven lycanthrope's every move. Waiting...

You picked up 1 Chained-iron collar. You :: Spittle is wearing said collar and chain.

Athyaron 's nose wrinkled in disgust long before he even entered the room. A lycan's sense of smell was his greatest asset, and between the shackles and the stench, he really wanted to vomit on spot. However, he was a stubborn one, and wouldn't give them that satisfaction..even if he had come along willingly. Upon entering the room, the shackles around his wrists were removed by Daath's orders, relieving some of his discomfort. He'd heal on his own over time..though magic might be needed for te slight burns the siver caused. Fighting off a growl as he saw the frightened woman, he did as he was told and laid down upon the table, doing his best not to do stupid and cause Eilyo more pain. He had promised he'd come back, he was going to damned sure make sure he did.

The slave Spiitle is allowed a drink

Benjamin shuffles off downstairs to the kitchens of HouseD'Jiv'undus, and returns with a wooden cup full of water for the elf slave woman. Spittle is very grateful for this small kindness, after all the torture. "Thank you master, thank you, thank you." The surface elf keeps repeating to the drow. Benjamin holds the cup of water out towards the half maddened by thirst woman, but hesitates looking to Daathfor confirmation of their master's wishes before actually holding the life giving liquid to her lips.

Daath watches as Athyaron lays upon the adamantium table, the cool metal offering little comfort, before suddenly the straps seemingly attempt to ensnare the lycan with incredible strength gifted by magic. While this occurs, the dark magus turns to his undead servant and says. " Let her drink. She will need strength, and lots of it." Turning back to Athyaron, the necromancer moves to the smaller table that is next to him, taking from atop it a simple vial. A potion, made fresh this morning in anticipation of the ranger's arrival. Daath turns to face the elven lycan, and says. " Drink this, if you wouldn't mind." The potion is simple, it will cause paralysis of the body, but ensure that the elf is well aware of everything that is happening about him. In fact, it hightens a few sences. Like smell, sight and touch. Leaving the muscles utterly useless for a short period of time.

Benjamin holds the simple cup to the female elf's lips, and lets her drink, slowly Minara, as she still thinks of herself in her own mind finishes it. Now she is feeling a good deal better, if far from well. After all the torture to her hand and arm has not been healed nor even bandaged. Her completely flayed finger throbs with pain with each beat of her heart, and there are chunks of flesh and muscle missing from her forearm where Vlon'tyrrr had used that hellish corkscrew instrument of torture in his efforts to break her spirit. The elf slave is trying to be very obedient, very well behaved, to avoid more torture, but her spirit is far from completely broken as yet. She feels sympathy for the lycan who is obviously about to be tortured also. When he growls. "I'm not your damned pet." It reminds her of her own sentiments on being patted on the head, like a well trained dog the previous evening. Her cheeks burn with humiliation at the memory. Benjamin returns to stand beside his drow master ready to serve. Inside the undead man is seething with anger!

Minara/Spittle cannot move her head, as it is tightly strapped to the torture chair, and she fears Daath far too much to attempt to speak to Athyarom without her drow master's permission, however, she does try communicate her support for her fellow victim by moving her eyes, and looking gently on him.{{PC|Daath}