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Dremora

Caged (others may post ofc)
« on: July 11, 2011, 07:44:32 am »
Nym'roos snarls upon awakening in the cell, recalling little about how he got here beyond the agonising storm of arrows and the countless number of assailants. Glances around from his prone position to study the stone tiles and walls, along with the crude and strange devices in the main chamber; he had supposed them the human attempt at a torture rack but remained skeptical.

With a wince of pain and tightly shut eyes, the burning ache of his body alerts him that he is still damaged, but nevertheless he pushes himself to his feet all while ignoring the pain as he has trained himself to do.

He begins to pace his cage, a hand over his diaphragm that seems to still struggle a little in its operation after being kicked around on the return from the Lake. Immeadiately he walks up to the bars and glances out at the layout, noting the guard positions with a dark scowl and the positions of weapon racks, other cells, the exit and anything he may use to escape, or even his own equipment if its in the dungeon along with the belonigngs of other prisoners.
After a moment of doing so, he heads back to his own cell to examine the possibilities of getting past Step 1.

Stone tiles, could serve as a makeshift knife, all he need do is find some loose rock to pry off one of the damaged tiles, snap it to have a sharp edge and do it slowly so not to arouse suspicion.
A narrow tunnel lead into his holding area from the cage bars, which were thankfully flanked either side with enough space to conceal himself in.. in truth, there was plenty of places to hide and he would have to assume his captors knew that aswell.. he would need something particularely good, or to be particularely fast to catch them unawares. This is assuming they even enter the cell and don't just sentence and shoot him there and then. That would be the smart thing to do, if not the flashiest.

Next there was the slop bucket, easy enough to use on the guards if he wanted to be base and crude but needed to blind them temporarily.. lovely but if he got anything on himself, that'd probably give him away later.

The bars.. Nym'roos wondered to himself a moment, tapping his chin. They could be bent, all he need do is use cloth from what they've left him in, something sturdy he can put two hands on and run through and then.. soak the cloth.
Then it would be up to his muscles and hopefully the bars only being made of low-quality but functional iron for its purpose; but for now he was too weak and the guards are shifting around, he needs rest and the right oppurtunity.. which he may have to make for himself.

With a pessimisitc sigh he folds his legs and closes his eyes, entering meditation.. he would be going no where for the time being.
 
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Dremora

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« Reply #1 on: July 11, 2011, 01:31:07 pm »
Nym'roos had had his first visitor, a smarmy human guardsman delivering jibes and what Nym took for a bluff: That they had captured a dark-skinned female who had apparently sold him out as a Baraeonite; he denied it ofcourse.

The conversation did not last long, the human leaving soon after being insulted and leaving the imprisoned dark elf with the offer of cooperation to 'help his case'.

Once he had departed Nym remained motionless, folded legs on the ground over his ankle shackle, covering it from the view of the guards.
He took a moment to consider the words of the human, who had accused him of being 'in league' with some female.. this confused the young dark elf as To'ryll Solena had met her end in the Deep and Alsharniz was now Matron.
"Did he mean 'Duchess'.. no.. there is no way a pack of humans captured her and even so, she would have no reason to make up a story that suggested they were partners in anything". He thought to himself.
Nym knew Breanna would've revealed his religion to them but he may alter that by stripping her of some credibility.
A last resort before death takes him no doubt, he'd rather let apes believe whatever apes believe and take his chances on an escape.

Ultimately he settled contently on it being nothing but a bluff conjured up by Breanna's information, no doubt she told them of Duchess as well.
Even so, they would never understand what it is to be a warrior, deaths of their guards will always be 'murder' in their eyes and he knows well that laws are only words on paper, they're populace will demand blood for the deaths of the guards and for him being him. He held no hope on some ridiciolous farce of a trial for some trivial and probably flase offence.
It was death or eternity in prison.. leaving escape or bartering information about a certain Dark Elven Lord.
Nym was too foolishly loyal to betray Ni'haer, who'd done nothing to warrant a stab in the back.. for now, even if he was excited at the prospect; but that in itself would mean that if Ni'haer found out, Nym would be silenced and released. He would not trust his retainer to remain silent, and this would mean some action from him would be expected. If he fails an escape, then that will be his last resort, wait for his Lord to spring him or barter the information for freedom.. unlikely.

This made him nervous, and very fearful of Ni'haer's wrath more so than whatever these lessers could conjure up but he knew better than to show weakness, especially here.
For now he had to simply wait, watch and plan, time shall tell what his fate will ultimately be and if it to be an end here permenantly for trusting in a Pale Betrayer, his punishment is well-deserved.

"They are so like us.. I see it now.. treachery comes so easily to them, especially when striking the first blow." The words were whispered to himself, not wishing the guards to think him mad in doing so.

He noticed their stares and felt the cold iron shackle on his ankle, "What will they do I wonder.." Nym bit open the back of his forearm with a barely restrained wince, scrunching his eyes tightly shut and began to squeezes the blood out onto his pants.. narrowly avoiding his shackled ankle but dressing it up so they might think him trying to slicken it. Seemingly oblivious to the guardsmen to see if they would come rushing in. Dressed up to look like some sort of wierd tradition, he had hoped they would either ignore it or storm in and find that their fears of some escape plan were unfounded.. this time.

"Make it look routine, let them not suspect. Let their own ignorance of us be my key to these chains.." The words echoed in his mind.
 

Dremora

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« Reply #2 on: July 14, 2011, 04:23:23 pm »
Nym'roos was starting to grow more and more agitated with every visit from the guardsmen. Their method of awakening him from reverie was to beat him in order to revitalise him and make him grow angry. One would think they would have more survival instinct but if he ever gets free of his cell, he will ensure that they do not recieve honourable deaths.. insects are crushed and they would recieve no treatment like their fallen brothers did.
They died to nym's sword, these would die however ignobly they must for Nym to feel satisfied and be free.. if his ploy even works; a high security prison and the way they treated him both flattered and vexed him, one to boost his ego and the other to cause him more trouble in developing a method of escape.

Noteably, they finally started to react to his bleeding himself, cleaning the wound for him and ensuring he was all in all healthy.. and not up to anything.
Seemingly they bought it and he never spilled enough that he would not recover by the day's end.. he need only test them and blood spreads further on cloth than on flesh. Then again, they may suspect and some water they give him might work better.. if he can spot an oppurtunity when he isn't under watch.. those come few and far between but they did exist.

"Efficient humans.. an oxymoron I thought would never come to be.. oh well." He thought to himself, watching them from the darkness of his own cell while resting from excercise.. and then he noticed it, the whispering from the other cells.. a faint irritation of the edge of blissful silence, his elven ears twitched slightly and then he focused in on it.
He was always blessed with good hearing, even by the standards of his race and began to listen.. even so in the dead of night, it was near impossible to make out and frankly he figured it was just prisoners being prisoners from another cell, not wishing guards to hear.

He then stopped listening to its random sounds and focused instead on studying the chain that holds him, weighing up alternative options.
A guard did like to try questioning him, he was always less than cooperative, sometimes he flat out ignored his presence and spoke not a word, other times it was a simple refusal to whatever accusations were thrown at him.
He found it tiresome and had no reason to trust the words of a man who tried to trick him (atleast in Nym's opinion), rather unspectacularely.
The only thing that mattered to him, was getting free of this place as soon as possible, and to hells with anyone who tried to stop him, he would fight back viciously;weakened and unarmed as he is, a cornered beast is often the most dangerous kind.

Nym found himself steaming hours later, informed by the imputent guardsmen that loved to visit him, that the charges he faces, aside double murder is that he has been accused of being a disciple of the Lord of Hate.
Here he was expecting some well-fabricated lie to amuse himself with and admire if it were done with particular artistry. But no, he had to sit there and let the thought of being a Ca'duzite swirl around in his head for a moment before he felt the urge to rip off the nearest person's face.. maybe that would give him a more worthwhile reason to suffer in this place officially.
He would just have to settle on the double murder.. until he could get his claws on those jailors that keep him caged and beaten like an animal..
 

Dremora

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« Reply #3 on: July 15, 2011, 06:45:07 pm »
The longer he remained in the darkness, following the routine of his time behind bars; staying calm, pacified and cooperative to all except interrogation attempts, the inside of the dark elf's mind had slowly been growing more and more sour.

The constant calculations going into escaping and working out the odds of success with each stage could only preoccupy him for so long; discipline often was enough to hold a warrior and keep his mind focused, but here.. surrounded by nothing but enemies and stone walls, it was all that stopped him from showing just how spiteful he was growing towards his captors.

Images often flashed through his mind of his escape attempts, bloodier and bloodier just to sate the burning anger in him. Sometimes it was not just the guards or the prison break, his mind began to wander on exacting vengance on others.
He had never before felt the direct sting of treachery from the paleskins that allowed him to relate to the anger and vicious hatred his own people felt and preached so maliciously about. Now he had felt the pain that accompanies wounds of betrayal from two different elves, even though he expected it in some form, some day from Breanna. He could now atlast relate directly.. Would it shape him into what he was trying to keep at arm's length.. would he become another vicious, savage and deceptive monster of the Deep bent on domination and cruelty?
The question took its own shape at the back of his mind while he kept himself withdrawn from the physical world.. if only to let his frustration and pent up rage remain hidden from the sight of his human jailers.
Discipline was all he had in here, discipline and drive to survive.. he need only channel it at the right time and maybe, just maybe this waiting might yield both vengance and freedom... maybe.
 

Xaltotun

Re: Caged (others may post ofc)
« Reply #4 on: July 16, 2011, 04:54:49 am »
*Now that she has all the time in the world, apparently, she spends it in a deep contemplation not unlike that of her kind in their devotions to their god.*
 
 'Isn't it strange, how out the fear of what they hold most terrifying, they create the very thing they most dread,' she thinks, eventually.
 
 'And so the path is altered forever and the child returns to it's parents to acknowledge their truth and reject her own free-chosen voyage. They fear the Lord of Hate...they have not begun to feel fear.'
 

geloooo

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« Reply #5 on: July 17, 2011, 02:41:41 am »
Somewhere on Mistone, Ni'haer confers with his lieutenants in private. His usually jovial demeanor replaced by one of seething anger.

"I want that fool brought before me! Do whatever it takes, sever its limbs and cripple it if you must, just bring it here!"

The individuals bow and go about their designated tasks. Ni'haer takes a sip of fermented mushroom wine and a smile forms on his face.

"They will know to fear us most of all, just like Trelania..."
 

gilshem ironstone

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« Reply #6 on: July 17, 2011, 08:28:57 am »
A gray skinned-elf travels from place to place, leaving familiar signals that all go unanswered.  Upon returning to Leringard, he does not enter the foreboding compound, but instead enters the bustling and smoky Leringard Arms.
 

Xaltotun

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« Reply #7 on: July 18, 2011, 04:36:42 am »
*After so long and such a time to think, plot and create, she has finally assembled a collection of tools that would make any lockpicker feel proud.

Slowly and carefully assembled from scraps here and pieces there, she looks with fondness on her selection of tools.

Carefully, she stands and walks to the door of her cell, using what shadows are around (and there are many in this dark, dank, hole), she approaches quietly. She selects the first tool, a long length of time beaten fork, the tines splayed to form strange shapes. She inserts the tool into the lock.....and it snaps in two! It has been overworked, and weakened the metal too much. She should have known this what with her skills, and she wondes if her captivity is playing games with her mind.

With a shrug, she selects her next tool. It is simple length of wire, extracted painfully from her bedding and bent into a shape of her own design. It enters the lock with a satisfying "clink", then snaps, both ends falling onto the cold stone floor.

A quick test of each of the remainder shows the same flaws....poor materials and perhaps poorer judgement.

She sits down and returns to her meditations, plotting and thinking.*
 

Dremora

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« Reply #8 on: July 22, 2011, 06:33:40 pm »
The guard captain had returned, bringing along a pair of well-trained guards, one that was a display of discipline and the other who Nym'roos often watched to note his lazy, aloof nature and confidence in his own impressive physical prowess.

They had come to talk no doubt, but when they called into the dark cell, they saw no movement, only the pale silhouette of his white prison clothes in the lightless cell could make him out, barely.
The dark elf was motionless.

Curiosity and the call of duty brought them into the cell, torch in the  captain's hand to ensure no surprise waited for him.
He shone it over the figure only to see the messy, unkept hair covering most of the face and him positioned in cross-legged meditation.. or so they believed.

Used to dealing with the worst of inmates and confident in himself, the captain lashed out to kick the seemingly passive dark elf in the chest and was met with his foot being grasped firmly in both hands.. Chaos was to follow.

The scuffle had been long, initially the captain's reflex action was to strike Nym across the face with the torch, robbing him of the power to snap the trained veteran's ankle. Nym'roos had counted on a captive to hostage against the many other guards in the prison, atleast until he could reach his equipment.. but it would seem as the humans did, so did the young dark elf underestimate the one infront of him.
Darkness was often associated with the Dark Ones and it soon enveloped the guards and their measly light source, granting Nym some favourable ground even shackled to the wall as he was by the ankle.
This was not enough to stop the torch that now came flying at Nym to set his shirt alight with some flame.. growing along the threads and seams gradually and threatening to immolate him.
Foot and fist were exchanged between the two locked in melee even as Nym ignored the flames, letting the captain's attempt to kick his caught foot forward, carry him past and into Nym's counter attack.. driving the palm of his hand towards the man's nose.
Once again the human was a credit to the Wayfare guards and managed to avoid the blow enough to prevent it driving his own nose up into his brain, even in the blinding darkness and off-balance.
As he stumbled back grasping his face in pain, Nym took the brief moment of respite to kick away their only source of alight into a far corner and rip off his burning shirt in desperation and agony; patting out what licks of flame made it onto his trousers.. he barely had time to register his burnt flesh, freedom and retribution the only thoughts in his mind.

Charging forward towards the sounds of the noise and knowledge of where the shackle chain roughly was; the guards assailed the dark elf once again, the captain trying to grapple with him while the others brought their Pacifiers to bear.. but it had failed, the blows that struck Nym, while powerful, were poorly placed or tolerable to a hardened, fit and youthful warrior; with the darkness and Nym's agility, limited though it was to aid, it was certainly enough to avoid being tackled by the Captain.
Bruises over burnt skin and pain rupturing along his flanks and back, Nym soon found himself surrounded and defending on all sides.
The aloof guard presented a lovely target, an exposed knee but his own power and the constant harrassment from the others led to Nym's foot failing to kick him in.. instead.. the dark elf earned a direct hit across his back, and a few more from behind; but it was still not enough to being him down, for now..

The sound of metal crashing to the floor over the bucket, cups and plates Nym had arranged nearby to present as obstacles and to kick over to slicken the floor finally paid off.
Using his training, he managed to bite back the pain, disengage from the burly man and avoid any attack of oppurtunity, evade the captain's grasp and finally position himself over the prone human.. Snap.
The only sound he has heard during his captivity that will remain fondly in his mind for a long time.. and the feeling that accompanied it.
The power in his foot was enough to end the man's life in a rather grisly way.. and anger the captain and his companion to press their advantage with renewed vigour.
Alongside them.. fresh guards hearing the scuffle rushed in.. and Nym'roos's lips torn and his mouth spurting out blood as a metal rod smashed him across the cheekbone, the Captain pinning him to the floor and even so, Nym's rage and desperation even managed to inspire his muscles enough power to kick off the burly man into the backwall.
Blotches of mutlicolour exploded across his vision as the Captain hammered his face in with a fist several times over, the rest of his body recieving the pummelling from the reinforcements until he was too weak to move or struggle in any shape or form.

It was over.. whatever words were mumbled between him in response to the enraged's Captain's threats were lost to his mind when it slipped into the comforting darkness of unconsciousness.. the cold infirmary table and the summoning for a healer to repair the substantial damage to the prisoner filling his ears before distorting and finally fading..

Another man had died over Nym'roos' imprisonment.. another family would grieve and Nym'roos would undoubtedly be facing the consequences once he awakens in confinement.
 

gilshem ironstone

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« Reply #9 on: July 22, 2011, 09:46:25 pm »
In another cell, perhaps, even effectively a world apart, Leviran's eyes blinked open. Even this simple act caused discomfort.  His jaw was sore, perhaps from violence, but more so from the gag stuffed deep in to his mouth. A pleasant thought passed over him as he recalled the chaos he had caused. The surprise at the guards as a devil appeared next to their charge and began to fly upwards. In their frail way, they assumed too much of their captive and in the end he counted a dozen guards required to put him down, shackled though he was. He tried to laugh...

Pain. Starbursts. Seizing. Stabbing. He could not feel
His arms. Several ribs were broken. Perhaps a punctured lung. His hip, fractured. His left knee had suffered some structural damage as well. Guesses, but it would fit the extreme pain responses he encountered.

He could not explain the fist that clenched his heart. Even beyond the labor of inhaling with a wrecked ribcage, there was a tightness to him. It came from the mood of this room, the smell of his captors, the heat of their ire. Dark thoughts pushed the structure of his mind aside and he caught himself fantasizing over his revenge on his interrogator. A burning desire to subject the human to it's darkest fears, so that the wretch might cause his own death.

In mental battle he would force his perception to the present tense. He recalled that even when pressed he spoke cryptically in a tongue he was sure they did not know. No... He had not said too much. Nor would he. He could not let the mistakes of Duchess be the impetus of the fall of elves to mere men. No, better that my deep kin mete out their own justice. None of these have blood noble enough to preside on a high-born's fate.

As Leviran squinted in to the gloom he saw a sentry outside. The guard stood idly passing his watch over an incapacitated prisoner. What worry had he?  None? Or perhaps a memory lingers. With all the focus he could muster, he tried once more to summon the flames to his hands that had been there at his fall. One more chance to make an impression.
 

cbnicholson

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« Reply #10 on: August 01, 2011, 12:37:03 pm »
Daniel listened grimly to the reports of the dark elves in the Brelinite prison. Scanning the report, he makes his way to visit the commanding officer, Captain Marting Tunnings, first to offer his services as a healer, second to request permission to visit the prisoner.
 
 Daniel left the Tunnings sparse office satisfied that all was in order.  The ankle had been treated previously , but a prayer to the Gold restored the man to a normal gait once more.  As for the dark elves, he was assured by the Captain's stern yet fair manner that they were not ill treated despite the violence that had occurred.
"Give a man a mask and he will show you his true face." 

Oscar Wilde
 

Dremora

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« Reply #11 on: August 02, 2011, 01:51:40 pm »
Time began to blur together for the imprisoned dark elf; his damaged body had since been healed and chained inside his cell to ensure he would be incapable of putting up any serious form of resistance should something provoke him once more.

Wrists and ankles clasped in iron and fastened to the cell wall, he found his movement restricted to the point the guardsmen had to feed him themselves.
No more excercises to exert energy and anger on, no more pacing to burn off impatience and the constant feedings as if he were an animal were beginning to eat away at the fringes of his mind; clawing and scratching  away in his head everytime he felt frustration rise at never knowing what s going on outside the dark, dank cell.

At times it grew too much for the creature to stand, and the twisted version of elven could be heard screamed hatefully and chillingly out from the cell, though whether or not it unsettled the guards or provided entertainment he could never know. What he did know was that he needed to vent and exert himself in some manner.

Shortly after such an outburst however, the cell grew dark once again, no doubt something brought about through the inmate's will.. the lack of light presented itself hand in hand with a lack of noise. The sound of movement was all but gone, even the breathing was too shallow to notice unless one drew close. The feeders came but their visits were irregular, he began to grow weak and his muscles felt the wasting slowly but inevitibly seep in.
It grew to the point that he refused to eat unless physically forced and such attempts were met with such stubborn resistance that brutal approaches resulted only in gagging and choking.
The Captain's continued visits to the dark elf to try and drill him about his Master also began to wear on him, but he had to admire the stubborness of humans when they commit to choices and approaces, even if they were poor.
Silence however and flat out stone-walling was all the Captain ever recieved; no more snide comments, jibes or refusals to acknowledge any truth in the man's words.
He was occasionally lucky enough to have the dark elf look at him and acknowledge that he was present, even if beaten but that was about all he ever got; and those red eyes never gave him anything other than silent threats of retribution.

All the while his hate grew and in the darkness and stillness that became maddening, he found a place inside his mind to retreat to and wait. Like a spider in its web waiting for its meal. Except the meal he waited for was a release from this place, and it would come to him, in time; keeping his sanity and patience intact however, was the challenge, but one dark elves experianced all too well.. perhaps ruthlessness and necessity had made them what he so quickly brushed off as crude and over-indulgent in carnal desire; he had already been proven wrong about the Betrayers, could it be his own vanity had led him to shut out truth and dismiss it as the ramblings of twisted, bitter old mentors and instructors..? It started to look that way, and contemplation was just about the only thing he had to pass the time.
 

miltonyorkcastle

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« Reply #12 on: August 02, 2011, 03:34:31 pm »
Word of a recent visitor whispers around the prison. The visitor is supposedly a well known mercenary and has inquired about the dark elf prisoner. He is even now conversing with the Captain.
 

gilshem ironstone

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« Reply #13 on: August 02, 2011, 04:54:20 pm »
A trial.. That was such an apt description.  He had to endure this test.  But such was the power of elvenkind.  Man thought it was in the ability to control and provoke change, but here in this cell he was an example that the opposite was true.  It would be in his ability to resist change that would show his superiority to these devils.  He will remain imprisoned until these walls crumble in to dust if he must, withstand every beating, tolerate every torture merely to show them how weak they really are.

At first he thought Ni'Haer would come for him, but it had been weeks and he no longer believed it to be true.  In the end even Ni'Haer was too short-sighted to see his value to the world; to be the one who could walk in both worlds.  There was still a chance for him to be executed and then he could take the Stones back to Leringard.  What future awaited him there was a murky dream that only danced as a promise of hope in his painful moments of consciousness.

Moreso, he saw the faces of the judge, guards and jurors as they heard his case, quick though it was.  The looks of disdain as they were told of his infiltration, the ire as the tale of his struggle unfolded, and finally the fear when it came to light that one of the guards had died of shock from his gambits.  He smiled briefly at the thought of that: the frailty of spirit they seemed to collectively share.

Today, when his tormentors entered for his daily lesson, he carried this thought in his head.  Instead of looking away, as he normally did, today he looked them straight in the eye, even unil the grip of blackness took him mind once more.
 

Dremora

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« Reply #14 on: August 03, 2011, 05:52:54 pm »
//OOC Information to Read before Posting: Please contact Redeemer/Lance Stargazer before posting on this thread as the number of people involved has now grown and not all may be aware that he has requested it go through him first. :p
 

Dremora

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« Reply #15 on: August 04, 2011, 08:24:43 am »
His self-imposed starvation was a gambit he was prepared to take, a desperate attempt to get released from his cell either through being taken to the infirmary or dying and going to the Stones.
Time's blur, lack of nutrition and proper care had began to take its toll on Nym's mind, he was beginning to doubt things, sometimes he was not sure if noises or voices he heard were his own mind wandering or something real and tangible. This day however, he would be recieving his first visitor, unknown to him however..

He had been hanging there by his wrists against the cell wall for hours and hours on end,his hair had matted over the front of his face, unkempt and filthy much like the rest of him; the guards had ofcourse taken great pains to ensure the bruises he recieved from their 'visits' went nnoticed or were concealed.
He heard the chief tormentor's voice, speaking with that of a female, they were growing closer.
He had thought t just a female guardsmen, and that they were here to try to force-feed him once again, but he would not break, not yet and he decided to expend a small amount of energy in mumbling his defiance to them.

The guard captain drew closer.. Nym'roos recognised his scent, the confidence, the slight and discreet limp in his walk that was probably more from a psychological belief his ankle may still be weaker than it actually was.
"Its not feeding time pretty boy-"
The prisoner was up in a flash, red eyes glowering and white teeth flashing as his jaws snapped shut on the man's nose, the desire to rend at the man who tormented him.
The Captain punched the elf viciously in the gut to free himself, leaving the prisoner to writhe and gasp for the air knocked from his lungs.

"You've got a visitor" were the words that surprised Nym once he had recovered from the blow, at first he ocked the guard, thinking it was a female recruit come to try her fists out on the dark elf, but the voice grew familiar; it was Fleur..

He had been surprised to see her there, and though he kept it hidden, it stung his pride for another to see him in sucha state and place.
Ultimately however, the visit did not go well, for all her attempts to convince him to eat, it only made him more and more angry, a desperate attempt to stop himself giving in to the burning ache for sustanence.
His outbursts were violent, screaming at her in the dark tongue and begging for her to leave or end him.. but ofcourse the humans could not understand and leapt at him.. violence broke out yet again and even in Nym'roos state, the surge of his hated captors to him managed to fuel that desire to live.
He struggles, he clawed, he kicked, and he bit.. he bit so hard a man lost his ear in Nym's jaws and had it spat out into his eyes.
Fleur seemed shocked at the barbarity within the smooth, calm warrior she used to know and often pleaded with the guards as much as with Nym to back down and stop it, but a fury had gripped him and he wanted nothing more than to kill. His hand grasped one guard's throat and began to sqeeze even as the Pacifiers smashed against his chest, stomach and arms; making him growl and cry out in pain to the ceiling.
It was ultimately no good and the guardsman pulled free while Nym'roos slumped down in an agony that robbed him of his strength to crush the man's windpipe.

Eventually, more words were exchanged, hoarse and rasped from Nym; words of hatred and promises of revenge upon the guardsmen, while Fleur tried to reason and get through to him with sympathy and compassion.
It was admirable that she had tried, but he no longer saw the aid of surfacers as compassionate, he had already experianced it twice and was not about to be made docile a third time. All he could feel was anger, fear and pain physical and mental, she had been right in one thing she had lectured the guards in.. they truly were making him into the very thing they thought they apprehended by the lake.

The visit dragged on, Nym never kept track of time anymore and the constant smell of the food Fleur had with her mocked him, and teased him.. when she tried to convince him to eat and drink, his pleadings with her to leave him to die fell on deaf ears until he stated to scream and holler in desperate anger once again..
She stayed the guards from attacking him once again in 'defence of the visitor' and looked at him with what Nym took as pity, and she finally relented and left.
Left with him were her words that she believed him capable of proving himself as something else other than another monster from the Deep.. too little too late from where he was hanging, he thought; that was all they deserved to experiance and should he ever get free, he'd gladly demonstrate just how cruel and ruthless he could be.

He slipped into unconsciousness and its comforting embrace, too exhausted to continue to struggle..

After a long enough time had passed that he was considered physically fit to be punished for tearing off the man's ear.. he heard the approach again of the humans.. they wanted payback.. he knew the feeling well, and he knew just how vulnerable to them he'd be this time around.
 

Dremora

Re: Caged (others may post ofc)
« Reply #16 on: August 09, 2011, 03:25:23 pm »
The next time he had awoken brought an unexpected feeling in his gut, his last memory of him blacking out towards the end of his first visit was all he recalled.. and yet, he never agreed to be fed.. but his stomach no longer complained nor felt empty. Abit of gruel was still upon his chin.. they must've come upon him when he was slipping in and out of his consciousness and used his natural inclination towards survival to 'force' feed him.. it was the only logical reason he could think of that could've foiled his desperate attempt at getting to a less secure location.

They had also taken to waking him with cold buckets of water rather than kicking him, the guards were new, he'd not harmed these ones before and the Captain whom he had scuffled with many times no longer 'visited'.
They had changed them for some reason but these guards clearly treated him with far more caution.. and they didn't come close nor mock him in any way. Without provocation, Nym found another way to burn off the maddening lack of space to move about and often stretched or fought with the chains to work off the anger.. but when the guards came, those that braved his deathly glare and came close slowly to check upon him or feed him, found themselves with what must've been a relief. He cooperated.. atleast for now.
This routine did not last long before something else was added into it however, a dark elven woman called Poisoned Dagger (the meaning translated into Common) .. the first name atleast. They exchanged words and he met hers with suspicion and distrust, calling out her bluff much to her pleasure that she must've had some connection with the A'zzatans to be allowed to see him. Though he believed her one, she refused the accusation and something about her made him believe it wsa either true or that she was a most fantastic liar.. it was the look of compassion in her eyes for him that saved him from resigning himself into considering her words honest above reproach.
It took training or exposure to comforts a dark elf could only find amongst that breed of Wretches and he hated it.

Annoying as she was in always answering with half-answers or telling him things she knew that he already knew, they found themselves unwilling to truly reveal anything useful about eachother to their 'kin'.
Her persistence however showed when she made visits everyday atleast once if not more to try and engage him in trivial conversation.. Nym believed this to be some attempt to trick him into revealing insights about how he thinks and what his purpose is on the surface.. he could never trust a dark elven woman truly, especially one that seemed so sweet to a murderer that she didn't know.. or atleast know personally.. for she came with knowledge of his true name, though Breanna may've given it.. she did not speak of his House name and so cannot be an agent of Ni'haer's; he mused atleast.
Nevertheless, her visits words were often stone-walled out of suspicion and she soon decided to read to him various books.. it was during these sessions that Nym slowly began to grow calm and and placid.. atleast in her company, and though he never trusted her with information, he found himself unable to not enjoy her presence.

It was on one of these days that another visitor came calling, Breanna, the one that put him in this hell; with a wish to explain..
Her words were predictable, claiming she wanted to warn him away at the Lake, that she was sorry it had come to this and she desired her ex-lover's understanding, perhaps some small forgiveness; but whatever she sought, she grew upset at Nym's eerily cool silence and stare..
She came nearer, begging him to say something, anything and all he did was sigh and lower his head, mumbling to himself as if he were defeated and fed up. She came closer still.. like a fly into the web she came, close enough to smell the scent of her hair.. close enough to feel the warmth of her flesh.. and close enough to grasp..

The guards were coming, at the alarm of his dark elven companion, he pulled the struggling she-elf nearer to his face, staring with icy calm and slow, precise movements into her eyes. He squeezed the air from her throat, making her vision blur but every now and again allowing slivers of oxygen into her lungs so she would stay awake through the vicegrip on her throat to hear his words of rejection.. and hear them she did.
With that and the newly arrived guards he casually let her go and receeded back against the dark, dank wall to use it as something to lean on.
Where anger should've fuelled him there was none, and somewhere at the back of his mind while he warned the guards from attacking him, he noted this change in emotion was present only when that dark elf female was too.
Breanna soon left after some final words and reminder from Nym about the illusion of being 'safe'.. leaving him with the new 'Warden' once again.

Alone and away from his traitorous lover, Nym found his Will slowly ebbing away by the time the conversation shifted to war and the tactics of humans and elves used in guerilla warfare, he figured the information might come in handy and decided to occasionally ask questions of her about the topics used or for clarity, though he never allowed an avenue of conversation to lead to answers about how he may think, percieve or believe.
It was during this he noted that it wasn't the fact he could genuinely use this information and that is was more interesting than the rest of the drivel she often read to him.. but that he was starting to find her company most pleasant, when he knew full well a female like her irked him 9 times out of 10.
She was definently in the 9 times.. and yet he found himself without the means to grow angry or irritated with her like he had done in their first encounter.
Truly it struck him when an insect irritated his hand repeatedly and in the foul mood he normally had after dealing with a guard inspection, he merely flicked it away instead of outright crushing it.. normally such a trivial thing would slip his notice, and be trumped up to whim; but he found himself retraining the urge to crush it.. to deny what he yearned for and let it live. He could not figure it out and it worried and frustrated him both.
He needed to be more careful and yet the desire to open up and enjoy her company only grew stronger with each visit.. truly she was a poison he thought, the kind of poison that takes its sweet time to slither into your mind and corrupt your natural workings. It was working and yet without the taste of magic as opposed to just being something that flowed from her naturally, he found it that much harder to resist.. but resist he did, for as much as he could.

He wondered how long he could hold her off, and the probability that the guards were using her to get information out of him or tame him was growing in his mind.. alongside something else: "I am here to heal your mind, and hopefully that will heal your heart" .. was she wearing away at him so she could convert or use him for whatever 'purposes' she claims to have but won't speak of.. time will tell and on and on the visits came, regular as clockwork.

Nym smiled as she re-entered the cell, ever so slightly and she began to discuss warfare and tactics further with him..
 

 

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