RP:Hunk of Burning Tongue
Lirithen, with Carrick's assistance, hastily yet firmly strapped the captive mage into the so-called 'table-of-torture' in the centre of the room, taking a step back to admire their collective handywork. A lazy grin rested on fair lips; perhaps now they might get some answers.
Carrick just kinda waits and watches. More or less he's waiting for someone to ask him about his task. But, looks like there are bigger fish to .. erm... fry. Or torture. Or something.
Jacklin follows behind the crew as they descend the stairs and set their victim atop the table for a game of the bloody variety: Torture and Tell. Moving just close enough for a view of Valaran’s body she kept her distance so as to allow the men ample room for injury.
Luthentius takes a position within the back of this malice filled surroundings, at his Queen's side, as is expected of him. Cold serenity is presented upon the still visage of the Wizard's demeanor, seemingly entirely free from the sight of emotion, any what so ever as a matter of fact. A grumble is heard emitting from his dry throat, however, whilst slender, pale, digits mold about the brilliant ruby crowning the tip of the beautifully carved ivory cane within his grasp. The posture of the elder was relaxed, yet commanded in to an display of authority in the presence of these individuals. Toward Warren he replies, Do not allow your tongue to slip again, Commander, my patience is wearing thin as it is. With such uttered, silence followed.
Lirithen took a few steps forward, bringing him in range for a hearty backhand slap across Valaran's face. Afterall, they did sort-of need him to be kinda awake.
Warren moves with malign thoughts fueling his actions, his left hand crawling out into the darkness to grasp the handle of an iron poker, white hot as it has been resting within the flames of a fire pit as he calls out. " As I said, I apologize head master, I have been rushed over these past few days, and my normal manners have become a tad bit rusty, but, as I asked before, we need his powers binded, if you please." As these words escape his lips, the ranger slowly lowers the brand down upon the man's flesh, the sickening smell of flesh and robes burning filling the air as the poker meets the mage's pale skin. If he was still asleep, he wouldn't be for long.
Carrick leans back against the wall, cringing with each blow. Didn't really unsettle him as much as it was just shocking.
Valaran~/sleeps soundly upon the blood-stained table of torture, oblivious to everything going on around him, that is until a sharp blow falls across his face, causing his glasses to fly across the room and skitter across the cold floor. The mage wakes with a start, instantly tugging at his bonds, to no avail. All of this is soon capped, however, as heated steel meets supple flesh. The blood mage cries out in pain, bucking against his shackles until the brand leaves his skin.
Jacklin clicks her tongue a few times with a shake of her head at the loud delivery courtesy of Valaran. Jacklin reached out to slap the shin of Valaran with her knuckles. Not painful as much as unpleasant, and hopefully something to make his cries a little less agonizing. “Pipe down you little piece of,” the next was a wave of stylized curses that only Jacklin would conjure. Some of them making no sense, but most of them stringed together in a whiskey-enhanced rampage. When the elder Queen had finished she took a peek over at Luthentius and then switched to Warren.
Luthentius' glistening sight trail momentarily toward the Queen at his side, claiming a slight view of her expression before turning toward Warren once more. Apology accepted, Commander. Dry lips purse against his serene expression, this was not exactly how he had intended to spend his day. A slight sigh is expelled through the narrowed mouth, Hm,.. The Wizard strides forth, slithering forth from the back scenery, the eery clicking of the ivory cane filling the room before he takes a stand at the head of the blood mage. You would have been a good student, youngling.. the elderly grumbles, evidently displeased by the situation. Regardless, he had his duties. Casusally an hand slide from the smooth surface of the ruby handle, placing his narrow index finger and middle-finger against Valaran's helm. Eyes close, and the weaves of the high elven wizard weave about them all, the entire room and near surroundings. The tension in the room is amplified, the hair upon your necks rise. The influence of Luthenius' power felt in the very vibration of the air. Continue..he can not resist you with magic as long as I am concentrated..
Lirithen action : viewed the collective specticles with a profound nonchalance, watching with a lofted chin and raised brows as the captive expressed his pain, and Luthentius made quick work of any troublesome skills the mage may bare. "Good, you're awake," the tree-born voiced pleasantly, pulling a tight-lipped smile as he eyed Valaran. A dire predictament Triyul's ally was in... "Lady Larket," a hand gestured towards the woman in question, "has been kind enough to admit us into this most... Excellent facility. 'Twould be wise to repay her hospitality by answering our questions."
Jacklin dips her head in response to the words of the elf, “Was my pleasure.” Giving Valaran a dour expression she allows Lirithen and company to proceed with the program.
Lirithen action : angled his head away from the scene of torture, teeth lightly gnashed together. Warren was issued a lofted brow, a simple request to be less keen with the instrument, before focus returned to the mage. "When, and where, does Triyul intend to attack?"
Valaran issues a look of his own in Warren's direction, though this is less of a, 'be keen,' look and more of a, 'please oh please stay away from me,' glare. Catching his breath, the mage turns his eyes towards Lirithen and, with a deep breath, says, "I... Have no clue."
Warren say to Valaran : Better tell us fool, or the next place this poker goes will be where the sun doesn't shine.
Valaran looks an itty bitty bit worried. After all, there was that one girl, a historian and... Well, he'd rather retain his... aaanyway. "You misunderstand me, good Sir," he says, "I truly don't know."
Lirithen say to Valaran : Can you confirm that, as we suspect, the Preklek are coming from Gualon?
Jacklin had taken up the role as wall-supporter as the two men continued with their burning and verbal volley against the chained individual. Jack wasn't much for interrogation. She didn't have the patience when one avoided her questions with lies and crying. Even as Valaran denied knowledge of the Preklek cause she couldn't hold her tongue, "If he doesn't start talking soon you better take to cutting parts off."
Lirithen say to Jacklin : Do you have any crocodile sheers? A Judas' Cradle, perhaps?
Jacklin say to Lirithen : I have neither," a leather-bound hand gestures toward a few buckets near the corner, "but there are some industrial shears and cutters in there. Maybe some nails."
Valaran turns to Lirithen again, suddenly as cool, calm, and collected as always. "Not one hundred percent sure, no. But the trans-dimensional gate is there, yes?" The mage sighs. "Your defenses in Sage... They are lacking."
Lirithen say to Valaran : You haven't been to Sage. You name and face have been given to the rangers. You'd be shot dead on sight. Don't play me for a fool. If the portal is there, they are going to and fro from Gualon without challenge, else Gualon has become wartorn, which it has not. Hmm. Is Gualon allowing this, or has it been covertly conquered?
Warren say to Jacklin : Can I just kill him and be done with it?
Warren say to Lirithen : What about the iron mask?
Jacklin say to Warren : We could, but that wouldn't help us all that much. Perhaps he can be used as bait to save the King.
Valaran shakes his head. "No, no... You misunderstand again, young fool," he bites. His attention is set wholly on the elf now, the queen and Commander completely ignored. "Consider deep tunnels... Not ones already made, but those that could be drilled via magic. Your defenses. They -are- lacking. As for Gualon, I honestly cannot say. Their leader... Trishtar. He is a fool. Perhaps he is working with the Prek."
Warren say to Jacklin : *sighs* Aye... indeed.
Lirithen say to Jacklin : That is what he wants you to do. He suggested it himself. Better off dead.
Warren say to Lirithen : A mask, made of iron. Set within fire until white hot, then placed upon his head and bolted on, sealed by magic and metal. Serve as a sign of his betrayal to those of hollow, and as punishment.
Lirithen say to Warren : That's the most horrid, barbaric, repulsive, morally objectable thing I have ever heard. I love it. But first, you were on about driving that poker into his crotch?
Warren sayto Lirithen : Indeed. Shall I?
Jacklin say to Lirithen : I'm not the torturer here. Dead, he's no use. Cut off his arms and legs for all I care. Look at the man. He's nothing more than a whiny piece of trash and his only role in life is leeching off those with power. In this case the host is Triyul. Get your information and do with him what you please.
Warren say to Jacklin : Do you object?
Lirithen say to Valaran : Less of the insults, please. You're really not helping yourself. Tell me their plans for Sage
Warren places the poker once more within the fires, allowing the damned thing to become even hotter whilst he waits.
Valaran turns to Jacklin, struggling to find a semi-comfortable position within his bonds. "Leech, I am not, my Queen. In fact, as I recall no harm has ever been committed by my hands. I am scholar. I seek knowledge and get it no matter the price. Plans for Sage? I've no clue... Triyul is a hard nut to crack. I can say this... The Prek General is -not- what he seems."
Lirithen say to Valaran : Do you know if he has any intention of utilizing your magic for his own purposes
Valaran nods. "He does... Yes. And it is for this reason I had to speak with you, Lady Larket, immediately." The scholar turns to face her once more, saying, "He wants me to create an army... An army of cloned and bionically enhanced Prek. Such clones would be without flaw. You have to stop me. Of course, I could never have come to you on my own. Such would have caused Triyul to kill me on the spot."
Lirithen say : That seems like a pretty good arguement for the 'killing him' option..
Lirithen lofted a brow, and stepped forward to accept the white-hot poker from Warren. "Open wide," cooed the ranger as he approached the captive mage, before plunging the implement downward. Whether Valaran complied or not meant the different between a scorched tongue, and scorched lips, shattered teeth -and- a scorched tongue.
-Rp concluded with Valaran having his tongue burnt.