Conquest of the Horde

Whispers would fill the seemingly empty room. Chains and other binding objects would fill the poor lit room. A single candle would sit in the middle of a white ceramic plate, which was placed in the left corner of the room. The moist ground would reflect the light from the candle. Shadowy silhouettes would pass the cell, cutting out sections of the light from Erzul's face. The large Troll was strung up on the ceiling, each limb bound to the ceiling by a metallic looking contraption. His eyes would slowly open as he looks to the floor, grunting. He would move around for a moment, noticing his uncomfortable position. Beginning to panic he would try to slip out of his bound state however being unsucessful, he would continue to squirm around in sheer fear. Noticing that there was nothing he could do.

"Wha' am I!?" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

He would breath deeply before looking towards himself, realizing he had been stripped from all of his garments. He would hang their naked. The cold air slipping through the barred window on the left wall. Shivering he would try to focus on the window and the outside surroundings, but all he could tell was that it was night and it was far away from where he had came from. He would then shift his neck awkwardly to the right, looking down at the wooden door with a single barred window. He would squirm once again while noticing that the structure was of Human architecture, and would be close to a Human settlement... Hopefully.

"Anywun' dere?" He would scream, this time a slightly bit louder.

No answer.

Erzul again began to squirm around, his head shaking back and forth. The contraption that holds him up would begin to squeak as he would jerk around violently. Suddenly a loud bang could be heard from the machinery, the cuff like objects that were connected to Erzul's limbs would suddenly begin to open. His body would drop after being released, smacking into the cold floor beneath him. Grazing and bruising his arms while raising himself upwards, the drop seemed to be incredibly painful. His first thoughts that ran through his mind was how he got there, but how hard he tried he could not remember. The last moment he could was sitting in Booty Bay tavern, drinking Ale. Erzul shook his head back and forth, running his fingers through his thick red hair while pacing back and forth through the cell. For what seemed hours for him were mere moments. He would run at the cell door attempting to break it down however he was unsuccessful, The sturdy door too strong for Erzul's thin muscular frame.

"Let ma outta 'ere." He yelled as he thumped the cell door with his fists until the skin from his knuckles would rip off.

Soon beginning to give in, the door wooden door would be covered with the blood from Erzul's knuckles. Dropping slowly to the floor, Erzul coming to terms that he was doomed. Ascending to a silent sob as he lie naked on the cold wet floor of the Cell. A large clang was heard from the door as a metallic object would slam against the bars of the wooden door. A light shining through the small windowed door. He would scramble to his feet, raising his face towards the window in surprise while trying to peer out the bars of the windowed door. Half of his face covered in the grimy dirt of the moss covered floor. A hooded figure holding a lantern would begin to move closer to Erzul's cell door. Erzul quivering slightly in fear would stammer backwards as the strange figure drew closer to the door.

A laugh would wander out of the hood.

"Who' ya' be, an' where da' heck am I?" Erzul would say angrily, trying to keep his pride.

The hooded figure would unlock the door, and a large what sounded like a gust of wind followed him flinging the door open and sweeping Erzul off his feet and back onto the cold floor. Erzul would scramble to his feet and attempt to run at the hooded figure, but before Erzul could reach him the figure held out his hand.

"Sleep." He said in a low monotone voice as a green light would cover his hand and fling towards the charging Erzul. Stopping the Troll in his tracks.

Erzul's head would jerk back as he is hit by the overwhelming green energy that was directed towards his head. He would slip as he slid back, his head smacking against the cold stone floor beneath him. Knocked unconscious.

"Thump.. Thump.. Thump.."

Erzul's eyes slowly began to open to behold a large poorly lit room, four pillars surrounded his body as he lay on his back, bound by chains. He began to squirm restlessly on the uncomfortable wooden table that he had been strapped to. The table looked almost of a dining table, and throughout it a large dry bloodstain under Erzul's body. Delirious, Erzul would run his tongue against his dry mouth. The taste of blood was thick and he only considered it to be his own. And then it hit him, the throbbing pain in his head. Trying to grab his head with his hand he was only able to make it three quarters of the way before the bindings had stopped him. Cringing in pain and his teeth clenched he would make a small growling noise while assessing the situation.

"Thump.. Thump.. Thump.."

Erzul's head was jerked back by an unseen force against the wooden table, a loud shriek of pain echoed through the halls. His eyes felt like they were being forced shut as he squirmed around while his head was firmly being pushed down onto the table. Squirming he began to roll his head around, crying out in pain. He could feel hands being pressed against his arms, binding him even further. The hands however feeling dry and clawed he could only assume the worst. Still he continued to force his way out of their bindings, he could hear the grunting of a few of the men holding him as they tried to keep a good hold of Erzul. Suddenly a hand would run down to Erzul's mouth, in this action it allowed the Troll to open his eyes only to see the outline of a gaunt looking jawline with what looked like half a forehead. The face grinned before forcing Erzul's mouth open with his hands, Erzul's teeth would dig into the man's hand almost the whole way through, however the figure did not wince in pain or flinch but rather continued to open it.

"Thump.. Thump.. Thump.."

The noise began to get louder and louder before it finally stopped, Erzul began to stop squirming for a moment his eyes darting back and forth. Seeing nothing but the gaunt face before him he would try to shake his head. A liquid began to drain into Erzul's mouth, it was foul and he began to gargle and choke on the liquid while another man began to force it down his throat. The taste was vial and Erzul could almost recognize the taste from somewhere, however trying to remember the taste of the liquid was the least of his problems. By this time they were able to force down a considerable amount of this foul liquid into his blood. Erzul's body seemed to try and reject the liquid as he began to eject the contents of his stomach up. Erzul hated this his eyes began to tear up as he gurgled on his own vomit. The gaunt face moved away quickly, revealing several robed figures standing over him holding vials. Their hands looked exactly like those of an undead, one even looked like it was growing talons.

Vial after vial of the liquid poured into Erzul's mouth, he could almost see in his peripheral vision that of several other figures holding wine glasses, toasting while laughing before drinking down a similar colored liquid of that is being poured into Erzul's mouth. His body once again rejecting the contents of his stomach, his body churned for a moment as he gurgled on the vomit trying to spit it out he slammed his head against the table once again, the hands proceeding to leave him. He could feel his body begin to twitch violently, and his mouth began to froth up somewhat. All that Erzul could see was three robed men closely huddled together while what sounded to be was light chuckling. Erzul tried to force himself to keep awake but his body began to shut down, his eyes slowly losing. Until.. Complete darkness.

Darkness. That is all what Erzul could see, nothing but the cracks of the cold walls that stretched around his body like a maze. He slowly drew his tongue around his mouth, tasting the bitter surroundings of what tasted like Gnome shit and his own stomach acid. It had been the fifth time that he had been forced to drink the liquid, and what he felt got worse every single time. His imprisonment over the week was most cruel, his body rejected everything it could leaving Erzul weak and defenseless. Erzul's arms swung both sides of what seemed to be a stretcher, you know.. With the cloth in the middle and you carry people. He also noticed that he was completely unbound and was moving, a moment of weakness and stupidity he would thought. Yet his eyes would slowly creep open to see only two robed men on each side struggling to carry Erzul's large body, he waited for a moment trying to muster as much strength as he could to escape.

Four minutes past and Erzul was already up, sitting upward on the stretcher. Two loud gasps emitted throughout the hall as Erzul dropped to ground with the stretcher. The robed men were quick to react, the one to the south had begun conjuring a purple energy into his right hand while the one to the north took out a small short blade from his holster. Erzul reacted sort of strangely, he had only stood on his feet three times throughout the week. The Troll begun to stumble as the robed mage begun to fling arcane at Erzul, the Troll tripping to the side to dodge said attack and falling to the ground. Since the hallway was so narrow the robed man with the blade was hit, flinging back a good two feet onto the ground. From there he seemed unconscious. Erzul struggled to get to his feet while the robed mage gasped at what he did to his comrade, moving past the stunned Erzul and to his friend attempting to wake him up.

Erzul's body flinched forward as he turned his head around, gazing at the panicked robed man. The Troll's first thought was to escape, although only been through said hallway around five times it was hard to navigate his way to an exit. flinging himself from wall to wall, trying to keep himself on his feet by leaning on them he made a fare distance before he could hear what sounded like footsteps running towards him. Around five or six bodies to be exact Erzul thought as he continued to try to escape. He would look back down the hall as he came to another corridor seeing a faint purple light begin to get brighter. It was the mage!

Get him, he's down this way! screamed a voice from down the hallway.

Erzul would gasp in horror as three similar looking lights begun to travel incredibly fast down the hallway towards him, his first thought was that they were incredibly fast runners but instead they were bolts of purple and green energy. That of Arcane and Fel would fly towards Erzul in mere seconds, Erzul knew he couldn't escape this one and closed his eyes preparing for the hit. A wierd sensation came over his body as he opened his eyes, his body seemed to be engulfed in shadow which saved him from the enemies' magic. By this time Erzul knew that this was his chance to escape and slid down the outstretched halls and out a small window. The window smashed as Erzul's body leaped out of it. Erzul begun to crawl out into the darkened forest of what seemed to be Duskwood. His feet would not fail him as he stumbled into the forest before moving into a full forced sprint, wobbling around as he ran.

It wasn't long until Erzul stumbled onto a group of travelers, moving with them towards the neutral haven of Booty Bay. Throughout this venture he would notice discoloration of his skin to a pale green-gray and his fingernails begun to sharpen and strangely become as hard as steel, that and strange boils and blisters on his neck, hands and feet. However Erzul wasn't the least bit worried about that, the real reason was that he felt an incredibly strong urge for something but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, it begun to torture him.

Something doesn't feel right.