Post by Calibus on May 15, 2006 18:32:56 GMT -5
Malag-aste sat alone in his room when he felt the familiar pull of Aingeal calling him to her side. Try as he might he could not fight her he had to go to her. Fetching his horse Ssapagh from the stables below, he quickly turned to tracking her. Frustration came quick when he realized she was in Nujel’m. Was earlier that evening he refused to join the Militia in a patrol because they went there. He was not supposed to enter that city. He had made promises not to. But now she called him and he could not refuse her. What if she were in danger?
Annoyed but obedient he quickly made his way to the Palace of Nujel’m, tracking her as fast as he could to the gardens. When he got there he noticed right away that she was being tormented by two individuals he was not too familiar with although the female elf he had seen days earlier in the Royal Oaks Tavern. He did not know who she was. Only that Aingeal seemed to need him. He saw them cast spells upon the child. Angered he quickly drew his bow and shot them unfortunately drawing their attention to him all too quickly. Before he could act they cast their spells upon him binding him and freezing him in his tracks. Ssapagh strained he could feel her muscles rippling beneath him as she attempted to free herself from the spell but she too was ensnared. He watched unable to move as they drew nearer to him. They continued to cast their spells of binding upon him as he struggled against them. But he could not overcome them. He hated magery and those who wielded it he considered most foul. Even though his own hands had held all the power of Xunroos in them he still hated the use of magery. Near enough to him the female opened her robe and pulled out a bottle of liquid forcing him to drink it. He could not fight her. The wizard’s power over him bound and kept him still. The liquid was very familiar tasting and foul. It was a potion he knew well for he had used it on Imadii many a time. He quickly grew weary and found himself unable to refuse the females suggestions. She ordered him off his mount and through a portal she opened. He struggled to fight against the potion but he felt his body obeying her despite his will not to.
He soon found himself exactly where he feared he would be. He was at the house of Tor’ahel, Indra’s small Temple at the base of a mountain. The female continued to order him and his body continued to obey her as she forced him onto the teleporter. Once inside the Temple they were greeted by Indra, Yathtallar of the house of Tor’ahel the first house of Ra’Dashan his homeland. Fear grew in him as she ordered him taken to the cell below. He knew there would be no escape this time, only pain. He heard them speaking briefly but could hardly remain conscious as the potion took its full effect.
He awoke sometime later to find Indra standing over him. His head felt strange at first as the last of the potion cleared from it. He was chained to the small cot in the corner of the cell. He felt the cold steel of the shackles about his wrists once again. His thoughts and concerns were now solely on those he cared for. He had let Aingeal down. He was glad she listened to him for once and recalled away from there. He could only hope that she remained safe. Soon his thoughts turned to Piper and his children, Melam’olin and Nathatar; he hoped they were safe as well. He had made his plans carefully and hoped that Xunroos would follow them through. He knew he would soon be back in her hands. His final hope was that Xunroos remained free. He cared not for his own life that was evident when he bade Imadii to kill him. Now he wished she had. For then he would not be here and Xunroos would be safer. He knew that Indra would soon break his spirit and destroy all he had struggled to accomplish on his path to Redemption. Now he would face her torment and her wrath. He could tell by her tone and the way she looked at him that she was already filled with anger and ready to begin his torment. Now he lay before her naked save his leather leggings. He had been stripped of all his weapons and his robes. She smiled at him stroking his hair as she slowly turned from him. He watched her every move. Quick as lighting her hand shot up high in it the familiar whip she carried always at her side. She brought it down upon him with a snap of her arm. Stinging pain shot through him as the whip cut into his flesh. He refused to make a sound as she beat him repeatedly. When she was through she bent low over him licking some of the blood from his chest and kissing him. Disgusted he turned from her. Her hand grasping his chin she forced his face to hers.
“Don’t fight me Malag-aste. You know it would be better for you if you just give yourself over to me once again. You were mine once before you’ll be mine once again. Why do you resist me? This female elf that you seem so fond of, has she thawed your frozen heart? Why do you care for the surface elf? Do you no longer care for your own kind?” She asked him as she stroked his body with her hand. Her touch sent chills down his spine. He knew what she was trying to do. He remained silent.
“Tell me Malag, what is your name? It is a simple question. Surely you can answer it for me.” She said stroking his leg.
He looked at her the defiance inside him rising. “My name is Malag-aste Charmed.” He told her knowing it would bring out her anger.
Her brow nit in anger and she slapped him hard across the face. Her fingernails dug into his cheek. “Wrong. Try again.” She snapped.
He refused her once again. Angered she left him. “Keep refusing me Malag-aste. But remember I control you now. It is I who decide when you will feel pain or pleasure. It is I who decide when you feel hunger or sickness. And it is I who decides when you will suffer. But it is you who decides how long you will suffer.” With that she left him returning to her Temple above. She let her underlings have him. Each of them taking turns at him, taunting him teasing him and beating him.
Day after day she abused him but still he refused her. Each time asking him “What is your name?” And each time he defied her. She would return the following morning to tend his wounds healing his battered body from the day before only to beat him again. But still he fought her. Deep inside he knew that he would not be able to fight her forever. Soon she would resort to deeper magic and eventually he would succumb to her will. His only hope was that someone would stop her before it was too late for him. He kept his hopes that Piper and Leon would find him and bring their friends to help him.
After days of torment Indra came again to his chamber this time she held in her hands chains and a collar of steel. She was taking him somewhere. Again she forced him to drink her foul potion and once again he lost his ability to fight the suggestions. They moved him to a new building. This one was much larger than the other and near the coast. He could hear the crashing of the waves outside though he could not see out from where he was. He was placed in a new cell much like the one before. The smell of rotted flesh stung his nose and all about were the remains of those long dead and a few who where not so long dead. He wondered what torment they must have suffered as he drifted to sleep once again. He was jolted awake by the collar being placed about his neck. She drug him from his cot. This time she did not drug him first. He knew she was through playing games with him. She gathered the other females of her small but growing clan around her. Shouting orders to them she held him fast as they entered another portal. Their destination was ice cold. He recognized the place almost immediately. They were deep in Ice Dungeon in the temple of the Ice Fiend. He could hear the beast and feel the ground shake as it circled about the tiny room they occupied. She barked more orders to her followers and they quickly bound him to the wall of the small chamber. The wall was cold against his back.
Another portal was opened and one of them left only to return a short time later with three very large spiders, two giants and a frost spider. Indra smiled looking at them as she crossed the small room to stand before them. She patted each of them stroking them almost lovingly.
He watched as his hope died. He knew this would be the end of the games. She would now break him or kill him. He vowed to fight. His thoughts remained on Piper, his children and on Xunroos. He did not wish to let his long time friend down. He knew what was at stake. He knew what she wanted of him. She wanted his secrets. She wanted Xunroos. She had come to take them home, both of them. And in order for her to get Xunroos back under the control of the Talisman she would need to first know how to find it as he no longer bears it upon his chest, but she will also need to know the spell of Invocation. One secret he did not want to give up. She turned to him, “Malag-aste I ask you again my patients is at its end. What is your name?” She asked stroking his chest with her hands.
He almost trembled at her touch but still he defied her. “My name is Malag-aste Charmed.” The words no sooner left his mouth than he felt the stinging slap of her hand upon his cheek.
“Wrong answer.” She said. Her tone was very cross. “Evolin, turn one of your pets loose upon him. Let him remember the kiss of the spider.” With that one of the giant spiders leapt across the room and landed at his feet. Saliva ran from its jaws as it bit into his flesh. He felt the sickening feeling of its poison entering his veins. He fought it struggling to turn the poison as he had done so many times as a youth. It had been a test of strength to take the poison of the spider and turn it now that talent was put to test. He concentrated on the poison in his body and rode it out. He could feel himself weakening though there was more to this spider than it appeared. “Call it off.” She told the other drow female and the spider withdrew from him. “Did you enjoy that my pet?” She asked him stroking his chest again. He only turned his head from her. “Now tell me, what is your name?” She asked once again.
Wearily he answered her it was becoming harder and harder to fight her as he felt weaker by the hour. “My name… My name is… Malag-aste… Charmed.” He said finally spitting out the words.
“Wrong again.” She said. “How long will you suffer? It is up to you.” She said.
“Until you kill me.” He told her.
“You know I would rather not do that. And you know you can not refuse me. Why do you fight me so?” She said. But he did not answer her. She walked across the room again to the spiders and removed a potion from her robe. She opened it and poured some of the liquid into her hand and fed it to the frost spider. Smiling up at Evolin she said “Turn this one lose on him.” Evolin smiled and the frost spider jumped its many legs scurrying towards him. It too bit deep into his flesh. The poison burned in his veins. It was very strong. Yet still he fought it. He could feel her in his mind now as his mind was now occupied with the poison. Her thoughts and desires filled him making him tremble yet still he fought driving her from his mind. He struggled to keep her out. “Call it back Evolin.” She said. Turning to him once again she grabbed his chin holding it. “Again Malag-aste I ask you, what is your name? How long will you suffer? I control your suffering all that you control is how long you will suffer. Do you not want it to end? Now tell me, what is your name?” He could tell she was growing stronger the more he fought and the weaker he became.
“My… My name...” He began trying to focus his mind through the blur of the poisons sting and the struggle to keep her from entering. “I am ….. I… am Malag-aste….. Malag-aste Charmed.” He stammered.
Indra turned once again to the frost spider and poured more potion into her hand feeding it once more. “Evolin again.” She ordered. With that the spider once again leapt forward its jaws biting deep into his bare abdomen. The pain was dizzying as he tried to fight he could feel her delving deep into his mind until all he could hear was her voice his will began to fade with his strength as she ripped through his mind sinking into it turning all his will over to her. Finally he fell to the floor on one knee his hands palms down upon the stone. She smiled down at him. “Malag-aste what is your name?” She asked him once more the power of her words filling him.
“My name is Malag-aste… Tor’ahel.” He said without emotion.
A sinister grin spread across Indra’s face as she looked at him. “Very good my pet. Now rise and return to your place at my side.” She told him stroking his hair. “We have work to do.”
Annoyed but obedient he quickly made his way to the Palace of Nujel’m, tracking her as fast as he could to the gardens. When he got there he noticed right away that she was being tormented by two individuals he was not too familiar with although the female elf he had seen days earlier in the Royal Oaks Tavern. He did not know who she was. Only that Aingeal seemed to need him. He saw them cast spells upon the child. Angered he quickly drew his bow and shot them unfortunately drawing their attention to him all too quickly. Before he could act they cast their spells upon him binding him and freezing him in his tracks. Ssapagh strained he could feel her muscles rippling beneath him as she attempted to free herself from the spell but she too was ensnared. He watched unable to move as they drew nearer to him. They continued to cast their spells of binding upon him as he struggled against them. But he could not overcome them. He hated magery and those who wielded it he considered most foul. Even though his own hands had held all the power of Xunroos in them he still hated the use of magery. Near enough to him the female opened her robe and pulled out a bottle of liquid forcing him to drink it. He could not fight her. The wizard’s power over him bound and kept him still. The liquid was very familiar tasting and foul. It was a potion he knew well for he had used it on Imadii many a time. He quickly grew weary and found himself unable to refuse the females suggestions. She ordered him off his mount and through a portal she opened. He struggled to fight against the potion but he felt his body obeying her despite his will not to.
He soon found himself exactly where he feared he would be. He was at the house of Tor’ahel, Indra’s small Temple at the base of a mountain. The female continued to order him and his body continued to obey her as she forced him onto the teleporter. Once inside the Temple they were greeted by Indra, Yathtallar of the house of Tor’ahel the first house of Ra’Dashan his homeland. Fear grew in him as she ordered him taken to the cell below. He knew there would be no escape this time, only pain. He heard them speaking briefly but could hardly remain conscious as the potion took its full effect.
He awoke sometime later to find Indra standing over him. His head felt strange at first as the last of the potion cleared from it. He was chained to the small cot in the corner of the cell. He felt the cold steel of the shackles about his wrists once again. His thoughts and concerns were now solely on those he cared for. He had let Aingeal down. He was glad she listened to him for once and recalled away from there. He could only hope that she remained safe. Soon his thoughts turned to Piper and his children, Melam’olin and Nathatar; he hoped they were safe as well. He had made his plans carefully and hoped that Xunroos would follow them through. He knew he would soon be back in her hands. His final hope was that Xunroos remained free. He cared not for his own life that was evident when he bade Imadii to kill him. Now he wished she had. For then he would not be here and Xunroos would be safer. He knew that Indra would soon break his spirit and destroy all he had struggled to accomplish on his path to Redemption. Now he would face her torment and her wrath. He could tell by her tone and the way she looked at him that she was already filled with anger and ready to begin his torment. Now he lay before her naked save his leather leggings. He had been stripped of all his weapons and his robes. She smiled at him stroking his hair as she slowly turned from him. He watched her every move. Quick as lighting her hand shot up high in it the familiar whip she carried always at her side. She brought it down upon him with a snap of her arm. Stinging pain shot through him as the whip cut into his flesh. He refused to make a sound as she beat him repeatedly. When she was through she bent low over him licking some of the blood from his chest and kissing him. Disgusted he turned from her. Her hand grasping his chin she forced his face to hers.
“Don’t fight me Malag-aste. You know it would be better for you if you just give yourself over to me once again. You were mine once before you’ll be mine once again. Why do you resist me? This female elf that you seem so fond of, has she thawed your frozen heart? Why do you care for the surface elf? Do you no longer care for your own kind?” She asked him as she stroked his body with her hand. Her touch sent chills down his spine. He knew what she was trying to do. He remained silent.
“Tell me Malag, what is your name? It is a simple question. Surely you can answer it for me.” She said stroking his leg.
He looked at her the defiance inside him rising. “My name is Malag-aste Charmed.” He told her knowing it would bring out her anger.
Her brow nit in anger and she slapped him hard across the face. Her fingernails dug into his cheek. “Wrong. Try again.” She snapped.
He refused her once again. Angered she left him. “Keep refusing me Malag-aste. But remember I control you now. It is I who decide when you will feel pain or pleasure. It is I who decide when you feel hunger or sickness. And it is I who decides when you will suffer. But it is you who decides how long you will suffer.” With that she left him returning to her Temple above. She let her underlings have him. Each of them taking turns at him, taunting him teasing him and beating him.
Day after day she abused him but still he refused her. Each time asking him “What is your name?” And each time he defied her. She would return the following morning to tend his wounds healing his battered body from the day before only to beat him again. But still he fought her. Deep inside he knew that he would not be able to fight her forever. Soon she would resort to deeper magic and eventually he would succumb to her will. His only hope was that someone would stop her before it was too late for him. He kept his hopes that Piper and Leon would find him and bring their friends to help him.
After days of torment Indra came again to his chamber this time she held in her hands chains and a collar of steel. She was taking him somewhere. Again she forced him to drink her foul potion and once again he lost his ability to fight the suggestions. They moved him to a new building. This one was much larger than the other and near the coast. He could hear the crashing of the waves outside though he could not see out from where he was. He was placed in a new cell much like the one before. The smell of rotted flesh stung his nose and all about were the remains of those long dead and a few who where not so long dead. He wondered what torment they must have suffered as he drifted to sleep once again. He was jolted awake by the collar being placed about his neck. She drug him from his cot. This time she did not drug him first. He knew she was through playing games with him. She gathered the other females of her small but growing clan around her. Shouting orders to them she held him fast as they entered another portal. Their destination was ice cold. He recognized the place almost immediately. They were deep in Ice Dungeon in the temple of the Ice Fiend. He could hear the beast and feel the ground shake as it circled about the tiny room they occupied. She barked more orders to her followers and they quickly bound him to the wall of the small chamber. The wall was cold against his back.
Another portal was opened and one of them left only to return a short time later with three very large spiders, two giants and a frost spider. Indra smiled looking at them as she crossed the small room to stand before them. She patted each of them stroking them almost lovingly.
He watched as his hope died. He knew this would be the end of the games. She would now break him or kill him. He vowed to fight. His thoughts remained on Piper, his children and on Xunroos. He did not wish to let his long time friend down. He knew what was at stake. He knew what she wanted of him. She wanted his secrets. She wanted Xunroos. She had come to take them home, both of them. And in order for her to get Xunroos back under the control of the Talisman she would need to first know how to find it as he no longer bears it upon his chest, but she will also need to know the spell of Invocation. One secret he did not want to give up. She turned to him, “Malag-aste I ask you again my patients is at its end. What is your name?” She asked stroking his chest with her hands.
He almost trembled at her touch but still he defied her. “My name is Malag-aste Charmed.” The words no sooner left his mouth than he felt the stinging slap of her hand upon his cheek.
“Wrong answer.” She said. Her tone was very cross. “Evolin, turn one of your pets loose upon him. Let him remember the kiss of the spider.” With that one of the giant spiders leapt across the room and landed at his feet. Saliva ran from its jaws as it bit into his flesh. He felt the sickening feeling of its poison entering his veins. He fought it struggling to turn the poison as he had done so many times as a youth. It had been a test of strength to take the poison of the spider and turn it now that talent was put to test. He concentrated on the poison in his body and rode it out. He could feel himself weakening though there was more to this spider than it appeared. “Call it off.” She told the other drow female and the spider withdrew from him. “Did you enjoy that my pet?” She asked him stroking his chest again. He only turned his head from her. “Now tell me, what is your name?” She asked once again.
Wearily he answered her it was becoming harder and harder to fight her as he felt weaker by the hour. “My name… My name is… Malag-aste… Charmed.” He said finally spitting out the words.
“Wrong again.” She said. “How long will you suffer? It is up to you.” She said.
“Until you kill me.” He told her.
“You know I would rather not do that. And you know you can not refuse me. Why do you fight me so?” She said. But he did not answer her. She walked across the room again to the spiders and removed a potion from her robe. She opened it and poured some of the liquid into her hand and fed it to the frost spider. Smiling up at Evolin she said “Turn this one lose on him.” Evolin smiled and the frost spider jumped its many legs scurrying towards him. It too bit deep into his flesh. The poison burned in his veins. It was very strong. Yet still he fought it. He could feel her in his mind now as his mind was now occupied with the poison. Her thoughts and desires filled him making him tremble yet still he fought driving her from his mind. He struggled to keep her out. “Call it back Evolin.” She said. Turning to him once again she grabbed his chin holding it. “Again Malag-aste I ask you, what is your name? How long will you suffer? I control your suffering all that you control is how long you will suffer. Do you not want it to end? Now tell me, what is your name?” He could tell she was growing stronger the more he fought and the weaker he became.
“My… My name...” He began trying to focus his mind through the blur of the poisons sting and the struggle to keep her from entering. “I am ….. I… am Malag-aste….. Malag-aste Charmed.” He stammered.
Indra turned once again to the frost spider and poured more potion into her hand feeding it once more. “Evolin again.” She ordered. With that the spider once again leapt forward its jaws biting deep into his bare abdomen. The pain was dizzying as he tried to fight he could feel her delving deep into his mind until all he could hear was her voice his will began to fade with his strength as she ripped through his mind sinking into it turning all his will over to her. Finally he fell to the floor on one knee his hands palms down upon the stone. She smiled down at him. “Malag-aste what is your name?” She asked him once more the power of her words filling him.
“My name is Malag-aste… Tor’ahel.” He said without emotion.
A sinister grin spread across Indra’s face as she looked at him. “Very good my pet. Now rise and return to your place at my side.” She told him stroking his hair. “We have work to do.”
