Captured Enemy (open RP)

[Theotaz]

Leikos heard the sound of movement above. He cocked his head. The echo was...yes.. a whisper gallery. He moved just a few inches and could hear clearly. He held himself still and listened. He could hear 2 voices, both female, one Orc, one ..Elf..could it be that priestess? He listened.
<Svalina> WHy did I agree to this foolishness? Better to kill him instead of this dirty bussiness.
<Kheliosrham> For an elf 10 times my age you act such the child sometimes my sister. There is no option. I care not what he claims. I have always belived elves to for the most part honorable, but this one consorts with scum of the lowest sort, Assassins for hire, and slaves to demons. Save your outrage. The Leikos is unworthy for all that your people and his are the same race.
<Svalina> (a sound of a sigh) The Lady Wept! He is no villin at some human lords call! Khe, this is wrong! Does the lady Nyx know what is being done in her name here? The attemps on the ladies life must cease, but resorting the same foul tactics as these ignorant lackeys of the burning blade dishonors us.
<Kheliosrham> Cease this my sister! You know what I am. I am an assassin, and a spy, a seeker after the hidden. There is honor and there is honor. This fool was skiulking about the very gates of one of our cities. This cannot be contenenced! The night elves and thier human allies have been consorting with the servents of demons and we WILL know why.
<Svalina> Thrall could have utterly destroyed the burning blade 2 years ago. Slain thier infiltators, and spys, rooted out the turncoats with in his regiments. How and why has he permitted thier activities? How can he be so SOFT?!?
<Kheliosrham> He is not soft my sister. If he had crushed them they would have simply gone further underground. I am one of the warlords eyes and for 2 years I have watched the burning blade. Now and again an accident to one of thier members, always made to look as if it was arranged by one of the sub groups of the blade in thier eternally ongoing power struggle with thier orginization. We are not yet done with Sagaras though Arthus is currently the greater threat Which reminds me. It si time for our guests next.... lesson.

Are you ready Liekos?

Liekos brow furrowed in puzzlement when suddenlt he felt a sharp pain in his lower back. He couldn't move. A cord settled about his neck and tightened. He couldn't breath. Slender brown green fingers reached across his shoulder and spun him face first into the wall. His will burned fiercly but he could not move so much as a muscle. Blue eyes stared into his, beutifull for they were in the face of a female orc. She leaned into him, her chest pressed up against him. She bit his ear and licked up the blood the free. "Lesson number 2 dark elf" She she wispered in a sultry voice to his ear. "You hear what we want you to hear. The Lady Svalina will keep you alive. And when she said death would not save you she did not lie. For myself, It's not personal. It's just a job I have to do. But she was right, you will break." The Orc held up a very nasty looking knife. Sin'Dori work. Folded, serrated, and obviously whickedly sharp. "Who knows?" she cooed "may be you like this sort of thing. Well, what ever, we will see." He felt the knife puncture his chest. He could feel the bones spread as she turned the blade sideways. The pain blinded him in his agony. He felt a coldness, and emptiness within him. The orc females hand appeared once more before his eyes. In it was his heart. "I suppose you'll be wanting this back. I was going to carve out your liver but the trolls tell me your heart is far tastier, and i do owe a favor or two for this assignment" Leikos slid to the floor, his vision dimming. The still beating heart dropped into the filth in front of him bobbing for a moment before sinking into the seawater. Everything got quieter. a spalshing a water.. the sound of voices dimmed about him. he could hear a roaring sound that seemed to comefrom everywhere. Pain suffused him like nothing he had ever fealt before. his eyes closed.

light. he breathed. Air filled his lungs. his hands went to his chest. a scar was to be felt there, ragged, vicious. and tender from new tissue.
"Oh Leikos, I told you I would not let you die, and so it shall be. So now you know. And yes, we want you to know. Understand and belive this. I would burn you down in moment were I to see across a battle field. You do not ever wish to feel my battle magic. For as gentle and healing as Elune's light can be, so can her dark side bring forth unbearable pain and agaony. But of that you have nothing to fear from myself."
She turned away and took a few steps and stopped. she looked back over her shoulder. "Do not ever presume to mock me boy. You will live through this. But it will not be easy. I will be very painfull, and it will break you forever if it runs its full course. Your cause is corrupt night elf. Those you serve are without honor. They seek to make war where there is no need out of a lust for power. Our people surely have learned after uncounted centuries from this foolishness. You serve demons boy, help us or pay the price of your sanity"

Svalia stalked off.


A moment later Svalina stepped into the hall. And bowed to the troll there. Nodding the Kheliosrham she spoke. "Not again. I will keep him alive but do not ask me to do anything like that again. If I may be excussed now?" Warburn nodded. With a polite bow Svalina turn and exitted the hall.

Kheliosrham spoke. "Thats should be resonable atonement for her early indescresion my lord. "

[Ulua]

Exhaution has strange effects. Leikos knew some of the voices he was hearing were in his head. While other sounds floated in from the grate above. "Stay focused. Don't tell them anything", was his mantra he chanted.

He heared the water churn, swell up from tunnel that lead to the west. He saw movement in the green water. But his eyes were so heavy. So weary. What dark shape comes?

Leikos focused on the shape beneath the water. It wasn't the slimy fish that he had tried to catch when he had the energy. No this was bigger. A fin broke the surface....A fin?...then eyes...Glowing eyes that chilled the bone. What nightmare is this?

"Grlgrlgrlgrrgle!" A murloc!...No wait....his head was cloudy. He tried to think strait. Ahh that evil Blood elf Paladin wore a mask...

"Wake up Leikos. I am Princess Ulua, and I will be your pain." She said with such sadistic joy.

"Uggg. Begone wench. I have told Warburn and the others all I know"

"Oh? And why would you assume I am here on Warburns behalf?", Ulua asked. He and the others are defending the Crossroads as we speak. Aitana and the others have left me here to watch you. To 'attend' to our captive. You see, my filthy halfbreed, there are some of us who have waited for this day. I have waited for you and I to be alone" sarcasm dripped from her words, "I am so lonely. Will you be my toy?"

Leikos looked up to the grate, "GUUUUARRRDS! GUUUUAARRDS!!"

Ulua moaned sensually " a screamer. I just love a screamer"

"Let me assist you Commander, GUARDS!" a figure appeared above the grate. "Yes mylady?".

"Lower the pulleys"

Ropes were lowered through the grate, and the prisoner fought with all the strength he had. But Ulua put a stun on Commander Leikos, and soon his arms were stretched above his head. His angles were tied together and the line was ancored to a cleat on the bottom of the cell floor.

Ulua, closed in on the commander and whispered, "Ohh such delights I will show you", she motioned above to the guard and a single line dropped into the cell. Ulua went to a small cleat in the wall and wrapped the line taunt. "My whips please"

"Now Commander Liekos, before we begin is there anything, you like to say? Is there any thing you may have forgotten to tell my comrades?"

"You may do what you will Blood elf, I know nothing"

"Ha! Ha! hahahha!, please, tell me all you know. For this hurts me more than you would imagine-" her tone suddenly turned to ice, and her voice lowered to a whisper, "do you think I am doing this for information dog? Do you think I look upon you as valuable? If you die in this cell, pardon, WHEN you die in this cell, we will simply get another filthy alliance to take your place. Im sure the Nyx leaders will bring me a new Eunuch to play with!"

Ulua raised her whips and the Nyx guards above stepped back from the grates. None would look each other in the eyes. Commander Liekos screams soon became hoarse and Ulua's laughter was echoed in the tiny cell walls.

[Warburn]

ENOUGH!!!
Warburn and Aitana yelled in unison. They had just returned from protecting the Crossroads.

Aitana trotted up to the open cell grate and cast some sort of whirlwind on Ulua which both stopped her next lash mid swing, and levitated her back out of the cell. She then cast a healing spell on Commander Leikos, who was released from his bondage.

Warburn yelled at Ulua back into the barracks, while Aitana finished making sure Leikos wasn't permanently maimed.

Leikos could hear Warburn say "GIVE ME THAT" and then a door slam. Then some muffled yells, and an audible whip crack was sounded followed by another one of Ulua's insane cackles. She was enjoying herself.

[Tasera]

Tasera could hear all that was happening as clear as ever, in some cases she would take pity on Leikos, but with her own personal hatred of most elves, it only made her dark little smile grow.

Stepping into the room, Tasera noticed Warburn swiftly punishing Ulua. Her grin faded and she let out a slight sigh, "Warburn..."

Tassssera, your kin has curiousss cusstoms The serpent said in a very condescending manner. The troll though learned to ignore such comments, he criticized her and those of the Horde as often as he did the Alliance.

"Warburn!" She said a little more loudly, "Jabarae has come up wit a plan dat could work, promisin' da prisoner can be healed ta full health in a few days." Tasera looked up at Jabarae for a second, then returned her gaze back to the others to see if she had there attention.

[Leikos Darkwood]

Savagery. It was the only word that could describe the acts of the members of Nyx he had encountered in recent days. He eyed the scar upon his chest. It would heal completely in time but the memory would remain with him. It made him furious.

He pulled away from his guards and moved towards Warburn and the Tauren druidess, “I understand why I am here. You think you can pull information from me to aid you and your new allies against the Alliance. I am a soldier and I understand the ways of war. I even commend you for my capture but know this… I have served the Goddess for longer than many of your families have existed. I have stood with your peoples on the slopes of Hyjal, I have stood as a shield against your invading armies for the Alliance, and I will remain vigilant against you and the Burning Blade until I escape or until you end my life. Just know, should you decide to take my life, I won’t be walking to eternity alone. I will be taking some of you with me…”

Leikos’ guards took him by the arms and turned him. He shrugged them off once more and walked back to his cell.

[Ulua]

Far away from the small island off the coast of the barrens, Ulua waited. She sat in a tower in the small horde outpost of Stonard, the only villlage in the Swamp of Sorrows.

"Mmmm Rogues are always late" she grumbled.

From the shadows she heard a familiar voice which made her grin, "Not late, just cautious, sister."

"Ahhh Sister Estemi. How long did u sit in the shadows and watch me, you blasted thief"

"Long enough to know that you were not followed" Estemi replied.

"Wise in the ways of secrets, Sister"

"Indeed. I must admit, after your letter, I was curious to your motives, Ulua. Why do you need this done?"

"Bah, do not ask such questions. Can you catch the creature or not?"

The Swamp of Sorrows was home to some of Azeroths most dangerous denizens. But Ulua was after one particular animal. A small fish that swam the swamps called a ticklefish. Only 2 inches long and as thin as a reed, the fish was not posionous, did not breath fire, was quite unremarkable for those who did not know its true use. Turture. Extreme torture. The ticklefish was a parasite that would swim into its hosts orafice (usually the genitiala) and latch on. There it would engorge itself with blood and tissue. Releasing hundreds of eggs within hours of infection. Soon the offspring would hatch and continue the cycle. The host would then be eaten alive from the inside out. The whole process would take about 3 days. Three days of gut wrenching pain, followed by insanity, then loss of life.

"Three days, Leikos. Oh lets take a trip...." Ulua was dazing off in the distance with a small grin on her face

"Whats that you say Ulua?" Estemi asked.

"Oh right. So can you catch the creature?"

"I have yet to meet a fish I cannot catch sister" Estemi reached for her Kaluak fishing pole that lay against the corner of the room.

"Good, I will wait here at the Inn. I do not enjoy the gnats of this cursed Swamp."

Estemi rolled her eyes, "Very good, PRINCESS Ulua. I will return shortly..."

[Ulua]

Standing on the balcony of the lone tower Ulua waited for Estemis return. The view of the swamp from above hid its sinister underbelly. From up here, it seemed very serene. But she knew beneath the swamps canopy lay crocodiles, poisionous snakes, swamp trolls and dragonkin. She sipped some Stonard Spirits. Not bad for such a lower class hovel. The sun was setting over the mountains to the west, its beams hit the jungletops with golden light and the whispy clouds became blood red. The waters of the swamp were a deep bronze and it oozed green gas. Ugg, the spirits were stronger than Ulua was used to. Oh she wish Commander Liekos was here now, to enjoy this moment. To have his blood on his hands again, to hear his moans....Such pain in such a beautiful place.

Dusk. And she could hear a talbuks familiar gallop approaching. A rider. Wooot! Estemi had returned. Ulua raced downstairs to meet her. Estemi rolled into town covered in brown slime, sticky burs covered her leather armor. Her Kaluak fishing pole slung across her back, in her left hand she held the reigns while in the right she held a pigskin flask.

"You have 3 ticklefish in here" and she handed Ulua the flask.

Ulua let out a childlike scream, "Ahhh can I see? What do they look like?"

"They look slimy and blind, and thats fitting for the life they lead. Disgusting little things"

Ulua's lips pouted, "They're not disgusting. They're my little darlings. Come come my babies. I want you to meet someone"

"They will not live long in the flask you must hurry sister"

Suddenly Ulua pulled out a dagger and pointed it at Estemi.

"You can keep a secret sister?"

Estemi's eyes widened, "what the..."

"You're payment my dear". With that said Ulua flipped the dagger in her hand giving it to Estemi handle first. "I forged it myself."

Estemi let out a sigh, "oh your such a bitch"

Both bloodelves were laughing as Ulua mounted the wind rider.

"FOR THE SIN'DORI!"

[Leikos Darkwood]

The tides had calmed for several hours. His captors seemed to have given him some time to rest as the recent few days had been rather intense, to say the least. He probably had the cursed and confused paladin to thank for that. If he ever escaped, he would make sure to return her "hospitality" to some degree. As he sat upon a small flat rock in meditation he pondered the tactics of his captors. They wanted him to believe they were not involved with the Burning Blade. As he continued to ponder the actions of Nyx a red wisp appeared in front of him.

Leikos had seen it many times before, in his times of need. It was a powerful spirit and Leikos could tell it was angry.

"It is good to see you, my friend. My instincts tell me I will need you soon enough."

The wisp began glowing bright red then disappeared quickly. For the first time in several days, a sly smirk crossed the old Commander's face.

[Warburn]

Night had fallen, and it was an especially cold one. Warburn had just returned from a meeting with his fellow officers, who were concenred for their enemy. How could his friends be so concerned for a Night Elf? After all these elves would do unspeakable things to trolls and orcs. Savagery he had witnessed all his life. And if it wasn't for his and others intervention, the commoners of the crossroads would have been hung from the tower or fed to Nightsabers by these Night Elves. Regardless, the Shaman informed the rest of those present that it was time to pull Leikos out of the cell. A room was prepared for him, one which could of course be locked tight.

The room in which Leikos would be housed was large, about 20' by 10', on the second level of the guild hall. It was more of guest room then a prison. Luxury if compared to the cell Leikos has been holed in for over a week now.

Svalina was on hand to help get Leikos cleaned up and healed. As soon as he climbed out of the cell, she had him shackle himself, and remove what armor straps he had left on.

"If and when we'z give yahs life back, yah will git yooz armor back too, mon." Warburn assured him.

Once Leikos was cleaned up somewhat, and dressed in some linen garb Warburn and Svalina escorted him to the guild hall. They stopped in front of the massive glyphed doors. The aroma of cooking wafting out was mouth watering.

"Jah Commandah... Listen mon. We'z found de Burning Blade we'z thought yahs was negotiating attacks against Orgrimmar wit. Dey were slain. And not by our hands. A single emblem left behind told it was members of yahs alliance. Dis supports yahs insistence yooz dere enemy.”

With that warburn opened the door, and led Leikos inside. The long table was mostly clear, except for the seat closest to the door, which was served with a hearty meal, a flaggon of mead and a platter of cupcakes. Leikos managed to contain his hunger long enough for Warburn to nod and offer him the seat. The night elf warrior clearly thought he was being tricked for despite his hunger he stayed standing and just looked around for an exit.

As Warburn walked around to sit facing Leikos, a massive figure side stepped behind Leikos and shut the double doors, and crossed his arms, barring any entry or exit. Leikos instinctively made space between him and Gorehorn who despite Leikos' height still towered over him. Gorehorn said one word “MOVE!”

With that Leikos spun around his ankle shackles clanking. Once Warburn saw he had the Elf's attention he broke a bone off the meal, bit into it, and then washed it down with a chug of mead.

“Sit mon, eat. It give yahs strength. Strength yahs can use fo good. For if yahs make one bombad move we'z will kill yah....”

“Lemme tell yah dat yooz as wrong abouts us as we'z been wrong about yooz. De Burning Blade be our natural enemy. Nyx at least has learned from de mistakes of de past and won't consort wit Demons, dey cannot be trusted, nor can Night Elves which is why yooz still shackled. My friends with de broken nose and ribs are proof of de need tah constrain yooz. I hopes wit time we, me and yah can learn to trust a bit more...But first tell me why yooz been following dose Blades, and why yooz been coming back to ed Undercity area and killing our people?!”

(( Ulua torture time is over. Also, I hope this isn't too quick of a transition, but i think almost 2 weeks in the cell is more then enough. And maybe now more of our pacifist members can join in on the open RP.))

[Tindr Thornleif]

A scroll has managed to make its way into the hands of the Nyx leadership. As it unfolds, it reads as follows:

Ishnu'alah,

It is understood that you hold our Commander captive.
I am sending this missive in hopes that we can arrange for his release in a peaceful manner.

We have in our possession an artifact of which I think you might find of interest and worth. I am
certain you have at least heard a few of the rumors which surround its existance. Many of which
have been spreading throughout the Underground of Azeroth, such as Booty Bay, for many months
now.

Some have said this artifact is a focus for opening a Portal that was presented to Queen Azshera
the Highborne herself and used in the first attempt to bring the Legion to Azeroth. Others say it is
container that holds the last sample of the original Well of Eternity.

I am certain you would find this artifact of great value and worth. The same value that we hold for our
Commander. I am willing to offer it to you in exchange for Commander Leikos' release, unharmed.

If you so desire to make such a trade, we shall be willing to meet with you in two nights at a location
of your choosing at the hour of 9pm.

I look forward to your response.

~ Tindr Thornleif
Lt. Commander of the Al'shar lo Dor'ano