RP:Roldan recovers the Opal

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Synopsis - Roldan forces Mahri to reveal the location of the Opal

Characters - Roldan, Mahri


At the Sheriff's Office

Mahri keeps her eyes closed and her ears open. She's been awake for a while now and she's taken stock of her situation. The silver chains were slowly burning their way through her skin--such is the affect of the metal--her fingers, with skin flapping from their tips, burned like hell and now her lips are swollen and cracked. Breathing is a chore, given that every time she draws in oxygen, a rib insists and piercing her lung, in the same spot. Really, this could get quite irritating after a while. ~Just what the hell are you doing, Mahri. Give him what he wants..~ A voice, so much like the Ice-Dragon's (which it is) filthers through a haze of pain in her brain. No answer is forthecoming, either mentally or verbally. Hanging there, shoulders aching and muscles screaming, Mahri waits.

Roldan is not long in arriving; his rounds are completed, and he is eager to finish the questioning. He carries with him a bucket of water, fresh from the frigid Vibrance, which he heaves directly into Mahri's face - after shutting and locking the door behind him, his guardsmen on the other side at the ready. "Wake up, scum." The sheriff's voice is short, and cold as the water. "Time to answer my questions."

Mahri involuntarily sucks in a breath as the cold water shocks her feverish skin and cuts through a semi-doze she'd fallen into. That had been a mistake, the breath ending in a round of blood-spattered coughing. Her lips pull apart, dispite their current state, and the bruises on her face shift over the angular bones of her half-transformed features. "Been awake, love. Was kinda hopin' ye'd 'ave brought breakfast wit' ye." Licking the moisture from her lips, just to ease the driness of her mouth, Mahri fixes a glittering gaze upon Roldan. If looks could kill...

Roldan snorts. "You'll get no food, and that's the only water you will get, until you confess. Now, I will ask you two questions. Why did you kill Beatrix? Where is the opal you took from her corpse? Speak the truth, confess your guilt, and your life will be spared. By order of the queen, no less. If you continue to lie and keep information from me, I will hunt down your accomplice and kill him slowly...and for you, there's always this..." Roldan withdraws that wicked, silver blade again, and strides toward Mahri.

Mahri , the alpha who was never afraid, is afraid now. Panic shone brightly in the eyes that followed the blade, but that's not what has her mouth opening to speak. The threat of Finn being harmed..damn him..even if he had nothing to do with the girl or the opal. "He's got nothin' t'do with this," she rasps out, past a throat tight with fear. As for her life being spared? Well, that was a load of minatour-crap. The queen? Sparing her life? A cold, disbelieving smile renews the split in her lip. "Nay, I'll hear that from the queens own sanctified mouth if ye don' mind. Cut me all ye want, these chain's'll kill me first." Meaning the silver threads wrapped around her form and slowly sinking beneath her skin. It's not death she fears though.."Get me down an' I'll tell ye whatever ye wanna hear."

Roldan shakes his head, almost sadly. "He became a part of this the minute he helped you escape from justice. Under Larket's laws, that counts as an act of war upon the city-state, which carries a penalty of death. What the laws do not specify, however, is how he must die. I have many interesting ways...and I always have a use for good, leather cloaks. Now, you have my word as a knight that you will live, if you confess and tell me all. I am nothing if not honorable, so you have nothing to fear on that count." By now, the sheriff is right next to the woman, and he reaches out to give the chains a sharp tug. "Answer my questions quickly, and I will let you down."

Mahri listens. Of course, she's nothing else to do, right? Short shallow breaths bring his scent into her nose and she will never forget it. The tug on the chains rips the silver ones from flesh and the steel gives new bruises. Involuntary seems to be the word of the day, and it's in that manner that a cry of pain is wrenched from her. Unwanted tears leak from the corners of her eyes and she leans her head back against the wall. "She was pretty, weren't she?" she begins, "The girl with the opal hangin' 'round her neck. I knew about it. Found mention in Cenril, I did. Imagine my surprise t'find the chit wearin' it!" Giving a short laugh, that ends in another coughing fit, she cracks open an eye and peers at the sherriff. "C'n I at least have a drink? Throat's a bit dry." Whether or not it's given, she'll continue as he'd wanted. "So, aye, I killed her. Didn' mean t', but what's done is done an I got the stone." A confession, yes. but a search of her person and belongings, will reveal that she doesn't have the opal on her.

Roldan absently offers the woman a drink from his own skin of water, trickling the liquid down her throat slowly. "Very good. That was not hard, now was it? THe only thing that you need to do now is give me the opal. Once it is in my hands, we can begin the process of releasing you. Where is it?"

Mahri swallows as much of the water as she can, licking away stray drops when the flask is removed. Shaking her head, a sense of triump flashes momentarily through her beaten form, "Oh, ye ain't goin' t' find it on ye own. Ye'll 'ave t' let me down to get it." This was her ace! Her leverage in this game. " 'sides, I got the only key t'get where ye need t'be an' ain't nothin' goin' to let you near the place wit' out a fight." She meant the Den, in Vailkrin, where a pack of natural wolves roamed and, by some agreement between the alpha and the pack, they guarded the place. She was that paranoid.

Roldan frowns, and calls out. Jonn and Ronnet enter at once, bearing a whole new set of chains; a long, steel chain attached to a collar of the same metal, yet banded with small strips of silver. The whole affair looks hastily made, yet effective. The silver of the strips should keep the lycan woman from transforming, and the heavy lead, held by Roldan himself, should keep her from running more than ten feet from her captors. This is fastened on before the silver chains are removed, and even when Mahri is taken down from the wall, Jonn holds his silver spear on her, ready. "Let us go, then," Roldan commands. "But know that if you try to escape, we will kill you, then Finn, then every single lycan in this land. One Cormac has told me that he has a pack member of yours in slavery...I will start with that one."

Mahri :: With the silver no longer actually touching her skin, the smaller wounds heal rather quickly. It's the humiliation of the collar and chain that has color staining her cheeks, later that's anger and fury making them that pink color. Howver, she'll say nothing. It wouldn't do any good. With as much dignity as can be mustered, the alpha tosses her head back and rolls her shoulders. Loosening the muscles. The first few steps are shaky, and to hide the trembling of her hands, one of which will forever be hidden by a full fingered glove in the near future, pulls the remains of the moldy blanket around her body. "I hope you can sleep with one eye open," and she leads the way, to Vailkrin, the forest and her Den.


At the Den of Lycans in Vailkrin

Roldan approaches the den, surrounded by a contingent of guards, picked up at the entrance to Larket. Mahri is still on the leash, and the sheriff's grip is as firm as ever. Jonn still holds his spear at the ready, and all of the men are armed again with crossbows, most with silver bolts. The red knight means to take no chances. "Best we hurry," he says to his prisoner. "The sooner this business is done, the better."

Mahri , as stoic as ever, only slides a glance her captor's direction. For the most part, the spear and other guards are ignored. "This way," she mutters and turns to the entrance of the den. Seriously, how does anyone miss it? Pushing her way inside, the lycan pauses and looks around. It's automatic, just to be sure no one has been here. Finn's scent lingers, but it's fading and the woman in her savors it before leading on to a corner of the building. In the floor is a well consealed door leading down. A nervous lick of her lips and she tuggs on the leash, "Ye mind? Some slack?" If given, she'll move away, scanning the wall before nodding and brushing her fingers against another hidden post and tossing something to Roldan. "The key, an it's down there," a nod, indicating the doorway..noticed on close inspection.

Roldan leads his prisoner down into the room, his eyes scanning everything, memorizing everything, missing nothing. The opal is found almost immediately, and the sheriff's eyes actually light up. Carefully, the knight slips the gem into his pouch, tying it tightly closed. He all but drags Mahri back up the steps, saying, "Very good. Now we may begin the release process." The party sets off, back to Larket.

Roldan picked up 1 Jagged Opal of Dunsan.

Roldan returns with Mahri, taking her at once to her cell. The chains he finds for her this time are akin to the collar she wore for the trip; steel, banded with silver. They bind her wrists to her ankles, while another binds her neck to the wall. The sheriff leaves Jonn and Ronnet to guard her, both armed with silver.


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