No Justice for the Wicked

Post by **Blood Ravenous** » Thu Oct 26, 2006 4:28 pm

Ryxa looked in the cage of the one that was shouting and almost jumped with surprise. He had changed, taking on a wolf-like appearance. She frowned and opened her mouth to reply, but the guardsmen moved before she could. She shut her mouth and rolled her eyes, instead. She figured they must need an ego boost after forgetting the weapon search, but they were still being idiots. Waiting with hands on hips, Ryxa just stood there, watching whatever would happen.

Kamar Deythal · Post by **Kamar Deythal** » Fri Oct 27, 2006 12:03 am

Kamar listened, mentally shaking his head as Wolfhound challenged the guards. They weren't leaving now, and suddenly it seemed that they were ready to rough someone up in order to rectify their mistakes.

Kamar was more than willing to give up his weapons for a little privacy to begin his escape, but Wolfhound tended to antagonize everyone that came along. Kamar was actually surprised that Wolfhound had not yet alienated Lanya with his overly gruff personality and tendency towards violence. Not to mention he didn't seem able to control himself, and seemed none too intellectual. Lanya didn't seem like the type to fall in with someone like that, but when one needed protection...

Kamar groaned as Wolfhound's cell door opened and the guards piled in. As he groaned, he shifted and rolled, acting at beginning to come to. This roll placed his back towards the cell door and the woman guard, or whatever she was. Through the roll, his slender hands, which were luckily bound in front of him, slipped to the inside of his belt and deftly pulled a thick piece of wire and a bent piece of metal from their hidden holders. Half opening his eyes, he began to work the metal and wire into the keyhole on the manacles, using the noise and distraction from the cell next door to cover what he was doing.

After mere moments, the manacles popped open. With another groan, Kamar shifted and put the picks back behind his belt, then adjusted his hands until he could keep the manacles looking shut when they were actually open. Then he sat up, looking around groggily, his head heavy. He sat staring at the manacles for a few moments before a particularly loud noise from the cell next door drew his attention. Then he spotted the blood drenched Ryxa. He gave no reaction beyond a blank stare.

Post by **Laz** » Fri Oct 27, 2006 3:42 pm

Wolfhound smirked as the guards entered his cell. There may be no room to dodge, but there was space enough to counter any move the guards made against him, and with their armour weighing them down, wolfhound's speed would be even more effective.

His arm lashed out, deflecting the first guards body so his hands missed grabbing him in a head lock, as his head never moved down, the armoured knee smashed into his shin. Wolfhound staggered. The second guards hand came towards him for a gut shot.

A knife was whipped out of his sleeve and he brought it up against the second guard's throat, in between the chest plate and the beggining of the helmet. "I said you could take my weapons, I didn't give you permission to attack me. Now you have two choices, I give you my weapons and you leave my cell, or I kill both of you"

Chrishton Radu · Post by **Chrishton Radu** » Mon Oct 30, 2006 5:25 am

(( Wolf, the guards attacked at the same time. They lunged at you together. You were using your hands to push the first one off so that he couldn't get you in a headlock and that's fine I guess. But that makes your hands kind of busy! Especially to pull out a knife and put it against someone's neck. Oh well. ))

The vocal guard had his lunge thrown aside by the wolfhound and went right into the wall of the cell, which he slapped a hand onto to stay on his feet. At the same time the other guard threw his punch and connected right with the wolfhound's gut, landing a very solid blow which took the wind from the wolfman's lungs...

But it was not enough. Before he knew it there was a knife at his throat, but his momentum was already taking him forward. The wolfhound started to talk about something, but in the close confines of the cell there was no room. His bulky armor tripped him up and he fell. He tried to take wolfhound with him, to tackle him to the ground, but when he moved a blade entered his neck.

Blood gushed out of the wound and his body slumped to the floor, gurgling, spitting, and coughing as he tried to breathe through the torrent of blood. His partner didn't notice, thinking it was a flesh wound, and started to throw another punch when he heard an order to stop...

Berne · Post by **Berne** » Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:03 am

"Stop!"

Berne's voice echoed sharply, bouncing about the marble walls, cutting through the noise of the fight in its fury.

He was standing in the entrance to the cell block, back-lit by a bright electric light on the ceiling and casting a dark shadow before him, making it hard to see his face. He was a medium height, medium build man wearing battlemage armor. It fit him well. Something about him, and the sound of his voice, read of cruelty and power. Large eyes glistened back from the light in the cell block, staring with unexplainable energy.

"GET OUT!" He yelled at the guards. The uninjured one cringed, knowing he was in the wrong. "You pathetic idiots. Get out of the cell!"

He could see that one of the two was bleeding profusely and struggling to stay alive, but he cared not one bit. The other guard just then noticed how injured his partner was, and lunged to start taking him out of the cell. He ripped off the helmet and clasped at the wound, trying to stop the blood. There was a chance that he would live with healers so close, but he had to hurry.

Berne ignored Ryxa. He knew her well, and showed some respect for all battlemages as a matter of necessity, but he was well known for taking charge regardless of who was around. Only judges were above him, in his mind. He walked past her, staring the wolfman in the eyes and approaching the mess. His face was twisted with disgust.

He didn't ask questions. He followed no protocol but his own, and his protocol was to hurt others. There was a building of pressure around the wolfhound's head as Berne drew on his powers. He clenched his fists at his sides, and kept his unblinking stare on the wolfhound, and a second later the pain was unbearable. The space around wolfhound's head pressed against his temples with pounds of force. It pressed against his eyes and in his ears. Even his neck, half inside the bubble, began to feel crushed.

Berne kept the pressure going for what must have felt like an eternity, until he had the wolfhound on his knees or until his was dead, whichever came first.

Post by **Laz** » Tue Oct 31, 2006 10:52 pm

Wolfhounds knife clattered to the floor as he screamed with pain, hands clutched against his head he cried. Something Wolfhound had learnt, to embrace pain, one must let it become your friend, holding back screams or tears would not help, fro mthe first moment scream and cry if you want, and then and only then can you embrace pain, and ignore it.

The problem was, Wolfhound had never experienced anything near this kind of pain, and so, it was impossible for him to have enough control to even try, no, this time, his screams and tears were simply because he could not bear it.

He fell to the floor, "Writhing around like a blind snake. He tried to speak, but with the pain so intense it was almost impossible to simply open his mouth, instead what came out was a mix between a gurgle and the word please, although, only if you knew he tried to say that word would you realise it.

Post by **Blood Ravenous** » Wed Nov 01, 2006 5:44 pm

Ryxa was enjoying watching the fight, amazed by the bout of blood spewing onto the floor. She heard the previously unconscious captive groaning and saw him move out of the corner of her eye, but paid no particular attention. Unless he got out he wasn't worth even looking at.

Quite suddenly she jumped as a shout echoed around the room, calling the fight to a halt. The voice was recognizable but she couldn't see who it was. She glared at the shadowed figure until he walked forward and she recognized him. It was Berne, one of the only battlemages she respected. He had remarkable abilities and he was much like her, an anti-social powerhouse. But she also regarded him with contempt because of his indulgences and having even less self-control than she had. Even without being able to curb his own desires he was allowed to run free and order others around whenever it suited him. Irritated, she watched as he caused the captive to collapse, screaming and crying. It would have amused her if she wasn't so ticked off. "Really, Berne," she said as if scolding a child, "He was only protecting himself. The guards deserved a beat-down anyway."

Kamar Deythal · Post by **Kamar Deythal** » Wed Nov 01, 2006 8:27 pm

Kamar remained sitting on the floor of the cell. He couldn't see into Wolfhound's cell where the guards and he were fighting, but he could hear well enough. He kept a carefully sculpted bewildered look on his face in case someone decided to take note of him beyond the casual glance.

Suddenly a shout echoed through the jail, and all commotion ceased. The two guards hurried out of the cell, one bleeding profusely from a rather deep neck wound. Kamar's head swiveled to look with dull eyes at the new battlemage, for this was obviously what he was. Within moments, the air became suddenly tense as the battlemage glared into Wolfhound's cell.

Then the screams began.

Echoing from wall to wall, rising and falling with the need to draw breath, they continued on and on. Kamar was assailed with memories. Naked on a board, a healer in the corner to bring him back should he slip too far towards death. A sharp object digging deep into the flesh where his fingernails used to be. A needle decending towards his eyes. Blood and screams; screaming until he was hoarse, and yet still trying to scream. This was what he was subjected to in order to join the Shadow Mage's assassins guild. Torture.

The bewildered look slipped, followed by one of fear. Another mask put on by Kamar the actor, he allowed his memories of torture to fuel his acting as he stared wide-eyed at Berne. He crab walked back a few feet until his back was pressed against the wall at the back of the cell. There he remained until the screaming suddenly broke into gurgled begging.

Kamar wished for nothing more than for the battlemage to kill the bastard. Wolfhound had caused too much trouble, but if the battlemage didn't finish him, Kamar would once he was out of this cell.

Chrishton Radu · Post by **Chrishton Radu** » Sat Nov 04, 2006 11:48 pm

Chrishton turned his eyes from the plainness of the ceiling to see who could speak with such energy that it put his nerves on edge at a time when all he wanted to do was rest and ignore the constant nagging pain all over his body. When he saw Berne, he knew it was trouble for the fool in the cell next door. Berne was the rare sort of person Chrishton truly disliked without having to get to know him. He was high strung and full of unchecked power. Self righteous or just a psychopath, whatever he was made Chrishton look back at the ceiling a few seconds later. He didn't want to know... things were bad enough.

Berne started using a spell, the effects of which he couldn't see but could easily hear were sickly painful. It made him puff a sigh to mask the begging.

The guard dragged his friend along the floor with desperate haste, obviously caring a great deal for the welfare of his quiet companion. He pulled him with hands hooked under his arms, scratching the floor with all the armor and adding even more bloody streaks along with Chrishton's. He left him beside the doorway and sprinted off while calling out for a healer. The wounded one gurgled.

Berne · Post by **Berne** » Sun Nov 05, 2006 6:28 am

Berne continued to put pressure on the him until he was within seconds of death. He waited for Wolfhound to feel death coming, to see the darkness creeping in all around him. He wanted him to understand just how vulnerable he was, and how easy it was for a battlemage to end his life.

The crushing pain continued, pushing in on his eyes until all he could see was stars, until all he could hear was ringing... And then it stopped. Just like that, all the pain was gone.

"Put your weapons on the floor outside your cell now or you die. I don't have time to deal with your petulance." He spat at wolfhound.

He paced the length of the room leaving footprints of blood along the floor. His eyes glanced over Chrishton, who was busy lying in a pool of his own blood and too miserable to notice he was being watched. He wasn't wearing any clothes that could hide weapons and looked incapable of fighting off a fly... Then, as he reached his cell, Berne took in Kamar. Beady eyes looked him over speculatively.

"You too, assassin. Now, unless you want what he got."

Post by **Laz** » Mon Nov 06, 2006 7:00 pm

Wolfhound fell to the floor, writhing in pain, his voice to hoarse to scream any more. His struggle was silent except for the times his body smashed into the wall, creating a loud thump. Slowly his writhing died down as he grew closer to death, by the time Berne stopped, Wolfhound was still, the only noise coming from his cell was the loud, heavy breathing. It was a good ten minutes before he had the strength to even lift a finger.

Eventually he managed to slowly withdraw his many knives from all the different hiding places, throwing them to the cell entrance before he had not even enough energy in him to hold on to his morphed form, his body slowly changing back, with him drifting once again into unconciousness.

Post by **Blood Ravenous** » Fri Nov 10, 2006 6:21 pm

Berne came nearer to her to look in at the other prisoner, and as he came she walked past him. It was hard to repress the urge to pain-touch him from behind, but only having the thought of doing so brightened her mood somewhat. With an imperceptible smirk she made for the door where the guardsman lay dying. Kneeling by him, Ryxa studied his stabbed neck with her eyes and gentle fingers. Healing was not a talent of hers but she knew he could bleed to death or suffocate. Suffocating looked as if it was first place with how his partner had left him. However, she really had no idea what to do for him except stop the flow of blood. Quickly finding what looked like a good place, she pressed the palm of her hand down. "Looks like you won't live to remember your lesson. Pity," she murmured privately to him. The battlemage was oblivious to his state, whether he was conscious or not, but she did it nonetheless.

Kamar Deythal · Post by **Kamar Deythal** » Fri Nov 10, 2006 8:47 pm

Kamar allowed his memories of torture to continue flowing as Berne approached his cell. Obvious fear was the only expression on Kamar's face; eyes wide, mouth slack. Such was his acting ability that even the most sceptical person would be likely to accept Kamar's current act.

He stared at Berne in uncomprehending horror for a moment, before it seemed his brain caught up with the command from the battlemage. He quickly stood, using the wall at his back to slide up as he pushed with his legs. He fumbled with his belt, moving a few steps closer to the cell door, but well out of Berne's reach. Hindered by the manacles as well as his uncontrolled fear, it took several seconds before the belt finally came undone. His wide eyes flickered briefly to Berne's face before he threw the belt towards him. Three knives, several pouches and his hand crossbow, which were attached to the belt, clattered to the floor just inside the cell door. It would be simple for Berne to reach in and pull them between the bars. Kamar stooped, plucking a small dagger from his boot, then slipped a hand up a sleeve slowly to show his intent, withdrawing another small knife. Both of these followed the belt to the floor by the cell door.

Kamar stepped back, seemingly weaponless with none visible. The cape he currently wore did not hide much, and he had handed over the hidden weapons in his uncontrolled fear. He stared fearfully into the battlemage's eyes.

A detached portion of Kamar's mind watched the scene, satisfied with how it was playing out. He didn't care that his mundane weapons were gone; they were all replaceable. Even his Shadow weapons were replaceable, although much more expensive. What he did care about was that the battlemage had not killed Wolfhound. It was obvious since he had spoken to the creature after whatever spell he had cast, asking him to throw out his weapons.

However, that could be remedied once the jail was emptied but for it's prisoners. Kamar's mind settled down to wait, his body still rigid and tense with fear as he stared at Berne.

Berne · Post by **Berne** » Mon Nov 13, 2006 5:19 am

The guard gurgled and blood seeped between Ryxa's fingers. Only semi-conscious, he had little comprehension of what was happening as he waited to die. He saw stars and blackness, and in the stars he could see images of his childhood, playing in the streets of Marn, learning to become a fighter for the guard. His chest convulsed as he tried to cough the blood out of his lungs and failed.

Meanwhile Berne's eyes followed Kamar's every move. He was clearly scared out of his wits by the prospect of being imprisoned in such a place. It was pitiful. Berne wondered why there was so much special interest in such a sorry example of human waste. His disgust was evident in his expression while he watched Kamar slowly go through removing each of his numerous weapons. The man was armed to the teeth, but he looked like a scared little boy. That in itself was suspicious, but Berne preferred to hate and laugh at people than suspect them of actually being a threat.

The last knife clattered to the floor and the assassin stepped back.

"We haven't even started with you yet. The whole city'll hear your crying."

With a snide grin he reached through the bars and started collecting the weapons. He never stopped being cautious, and was ready for any move on the assassin's part, but Kamar was so far back that there wasn't much he could do. After fishing out the equipment and tossing it to the floor next to the door, Berne's job was done and he started to leave, shaking his head.

A healer finally arrived, young and wearing fine white cloth that blended in flawlessly with the walls and floor. He kneeled beside Ryxa to relieve her and deal with the quickly expiring guardsman. The healer didn't speak, and couldn't have been older than 20.

Post by **Blood Ravenous** » Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:42 pm

The guardsman was convulsing and she had no idea what to do. She recognized he was suffocating as she had expected; it was mesmerizing, his feeble struggle with life. She didn't move though she knew she should do something, instead just watching with bright eyes. The blood that was drenching him from his neck down continued to seep through her hand despite her (admittedly less than enthusiastic) attempt to stem it. Luckily for the guard, after less than a moment, a healer was kneeling down beside the battlemage. Ryxa leaned back out of his way but stayed to watch some more with her usual intense gaze.