08-08-2011, 11:05 AM
((This is just the begining, its likely to change in the days and weeks ahead, basicly its also an elaborate excuse for being inactive for so long. :P ))
A woman with damp, unkempt hair, one eye, and a body that tells of nearly a years worth of abuses artfully instilled in a living flesh canvass, walks slowly up a dirt trail, she seems distracted, and barely registers a nude woman in a waterfall, as she crosses over a wooden bridge. She trudges on as if the weight of a thousand worlds threatens to crash down on her. The woman in the waterfall calls out to a companion, who runs back into the jungle, still she carries on, until the nude woman steps in front of her, and asks her name...
After some time of thinking, the woman replied...
"Captain... Avia..."
She and the other woman walk into the camp, theres a fire there, and another woman by the fire. As she stands by the fire's edge, the nearly naked woman goes into the tent to dress herself, and yet another elven woman walks into the camp, she is different from the others, she is a death knight. She too demands the Captain's name.
As Avia tells the woman, she, Cerise, shakes her head and simply states: Impossible. The Captain died in Desolace so very long ago...
Nine months earlier...
The Captain stood on a platform in Desolace overlooking what her crew had completed excavating, what then entered into a complex and dangerous maze-like tomb, containing the artefact that was going to make her outrageously wealthy, enough to retire on perhaps. She looked over to her most trustworthy and dependable employe, a human girl by the name of Lucit, she was carrying a case, which looked quite heavy. Avia rubbed her hands together in anticipation and as Lucit put the case down, she went over to open it, she cracked it open, just a bit, and saw that it contained a crystalized human skull. She quickly shut the case, and secured it's locks.
"As soon as we get this to Jidaeo, we can all buy a nice island someplace and live out the rest of our lives in peace. No more digging, no more killing, and certainly no more stupid contracts!"
Lucit laughed, knowing that it would never be enough gold for Avia to retire on, she wasn't even sure if there was enough gold in the entirety of Azeroth for Avia's deepest desires. Suddenly a distressed cry was heard over the light breeze, followed by a blood curdling scream, which was abruptly silenced. More screams followed by the sounds of steel clanging against steel could be heard, and Avia looked towards Lucit, concern for her employees in her eyes.
"Quickly! Get everyone to the ship! We must get them away! Someone is after what we just got..."
Avia didn't need to warn Lucit, she was already gathering up people and telling them to evacuate to the ship. Avia's glorious, magicly infused ship, the She's One of Ours. A ship of Sindorei construct, armed with some of the finest dwarven cannons, upgraded many times over, readily disguised as any sort of ship desired. It was anchored 30 minutes walk away from the digsite, 20 minutes by running. Even as the crewmen ran, they were shot down by arcane bolts, impaled by evil looking white barbed arrows, or cut down by sword as they fled. Fewer than half her crew made it to the ship alive.
As Avia and Lucit fled, the Captain turned to the human and shoved the container into her arms.
"Get that to the Nova. He will know what to do. I will try to get these people to safety..."
Lucit nodded. "Be safe captain. I will meet you in Booty Bay when this is all over..." she said as she turned from the Captain...
That would be the last time they would see each other.
The Captain and the remaining crew got on board the ship, and she made to set sail, when the first disaster struck, several of the imbedded runes exploded, tearing deck timber, masts, sails, and sailors to shreds, Avia swore she saw something white and glimmering in the drifting smoke. She once again tried to wake the ship up, but it was as if all the magic had gone from her. In desperation she tried once more, panic and fear working their way up her throat. The remaining runes splutter to life, weak pulses of mana coursing through them, then.. Nothing... Anywhere... The ship, the crew, all disappeared into inky blackness....
An unknown period of time later, and Avia woke up, she was laying on a single plank of her ship, in the middle of a dark, dark room. A leak drips water on her chest, from the top of the room, and the little rivulets of water drip off her wet body into a puddle beneath her. She blinks her eyes trying to see anything in the room, but there is nothing to see, just darkness. She sits up, and as she does so it feels as if a thousand tiny needles were imbedded in her flesh, and were being ripped away. She gasped. Ignoring the pain as best she could, she begins to crawl around the room, feeling her way in the darkness. As she moves, she feels that the floor is unnatural, man-made, perhaps some sort of brick. She feels the lines and crawls for what seems like days, until she bumps into something solid. A wall!
<"This is some sort of prison, or something. Maybe they left the door unlocked... "> she thinks to herself as she begins to walk along the edge of the wall, feeling for any sort of doorway...
The doorway was on the other side of the room. The door cracked open, the sillouete of a woman blocking some of the bright orangey light. Avia squinted and then blinked. The figure was now walking towards her, it was clear that her approach was not for any friendly purpose. She strode over with all the calm and grace of a dancer, and roughly grabbed hold of Avia, utilizing her soft pressure points, causing her to drop to her knees gasping. Avia offered no resistance, and was allowed to live for her effort. The woman then restrained Avia's hands and ankles with a sharp, bladed wire rope. blood oozed forth from the new wounds, as two more figures stepped forwards into the darkness, and they carried Avia to the next room.
It wasn't too long before Avia was wishing for the black, wet room again. The room she was brought into smelled of death, and the sickly brownish red stains about the place did nothing to relive her anxiety. The two thugs remove her restraints, but force her back down onto the wooden table, that is a deep maroon color, and use metal bars and clamps to restrain her. She cries out, demanding to see whoever is in charge... Her demands are met with sickening silence.
She is left this way, her shirt drying, the shadowy light of flickering flame her only companion in the otherwise deserted room. She tries to look around but can't really see anything except for the roof. She vainly tries to free herself from the table, but the more she struggles the tighter her restraints become. Tightening to the point she can feel her blood build up in her hands and feet, the sickening pins and needles, and there is nothing she can do about it...
Time passes, as Avia passes out, she is brought to when her tormentors wave sickly smelling salts under her nose, she jerks back into reality, causing her restraints to tighten even more. "Sshhh, there there little one... Perhaps you will lissten for a minute.. Make all thiss go away?" a voice says in the shadows. Avia can't tell where from...
"Who are you people?" The Captain says, as she looks left to right.
"We are legion. Without name, without number. You may not call uss anything... We have all the power here..."
With that, one of the shadowy figures steps foward, something glowing in its left hand.
"And to prove thiss to you... To sshow you how sseriouss we truly are... Allow me to demonsstrate!"
With that, it bent over, it was a kaldorei, wearing white robes, with blue gray hair, using its right hand to hold open Avia's right eyelids... Then it lowered the glowing red rod until it was a fraction of an inch away from her eyeball... Close enough she could feel the heat, she tried to blink... but the fingers were just too strong. The heat was singing her eyelashes, and suddenly as she opened her mouth to say "no!" it plunged the rod into her eye, which exploded as the sharp, heated rod pressed into her eye socket, a sickening sizzling noise could be heard, followed a split second later by the loudest scream Avia had ever made in her entire life. Another second later, and she had passed out from the intense pain.The night elf withdrew the poker and pushed it into a bucket filled with blood, where it sizzled for a couple of minutes, raising up steam. The smelling salts were applied to Avia yet again. When she returned, she blinked and felt a sickening knot in her throat, as she realized that strange feeling in her right eye was that she no longer owned a right eye. Her screams were not silenced by her tormentors.
After she had screamed herself raw in the throat, a sin'dorei woman approached her, smiling. She looked like an angel in white, her savior perhaps. She spoke softly, sweetly, talked about the Light healing her... All she had to do was return the skull!
"It is as simple as that dear, you return that which you have stolen, and this whole nightmare will be over! You can return to your carefree life, and pretend none of this ever happened!"
Her words were like sachrine, they soothed her, calmed her, made her push past the pain... She wanted to make love to this woman...
"I... its not that easy! I... just can't do it! You'd have to let me free!"
And like that, the woman's pure, sweet visage melted away, her features darkening, becoming sharper and very severe. Her pale blonde hair becomes black as night, somehow even her white robes appear evil, the most vile thing Avia had ever seen.
"You will not escape here, unless we say so! Never try it... Your punishment will be so harsh you will wish you were dead. Don't even try to kill yourself. We will wrench your soul from your dying body, and force you back into it... You will live to see the lengths we will go through just to torture you..."
The woman cackles, then her visage switches back to the beautiful, kind blonde woman.
"Perhaps you will prefer to speak to me instead? Do this the...easy way" she purred.
Avia's thoughts floundered in her head, she was utterly unable to formulate a coherent sentence. She sought solace in the peacefulness of the woman's aura. She blinked her remaining good eye, and nodded.
"What do you need to know, to make this all stop?"
The woman draped herself over Avia's body, the sensation was enough to make her breathing ragged, coming in little gasps. Then the woman ran a single finger, lightly from behind Avia's ear, tracing down her jawline, then down her throat, and trailing down the exposed cleavage stopping at the top of the suit jacket's buttons... The result was electrifying, Avia's self control was shot, she could think of no lover in her life who had that affect on her.
"I just need for you to tell me, who did you send the relic to? Why did you steal it, what purpose is it to be used for, and how do you plan to return it? Simple dear... Perhaps if you answer well, I will keep you here as a pet..."
Avia snapped out of the woman's spell, quickly. She was no one's pet, and she never, ever divulged business details...
((To be continued!! Sleep calls. Its now 5am. xD))
A woman with damp, unkempt hair, one eye, and a body that tells of nearly a years worth of abuses artfully instilled in a living flesh canvass, walks slowly up a dirt trail, she seems distracted, and barely registers a nude woman in a waterfall, as she crosses over a wooden bridge. She trudges on as if the weight of a thousand worlds threatens to crash down on her. The woman in the waterfall calls out to a companion, who runs back into the jungle, still she carries on, until the nude woman steps in front of her, and asks her name...
After some time of thinking, the woman replied...
"Captain... Avia..."
She and the other woman walk into the camp, theres a fire there, and another woman by the fire. As she stands by the fire's edge, the nearly naked woman goes into the tent to dress herself, and yet another elven woman walks into the camp, she is different from the others, she is a death knight. She too demands the Captain's name.
As Avia tells the woman, she, Cerise, shakes her head and simply states: Impossible. The Captain died in Desolace so very long ago...
Nine months earlier...
The Captain stood on a platform in Desolace overlooking what her crew had completed excavating, what then entered into a complex and dangerous maze-like tomb, containing the artefact that was going to make her outrageously wealthy, enough to retire on perhaps. She looked over to her most trustworthy and dependable employe, a human girl by the name of Lucit, she was carrying a case, which looked quite heavy. Avia rubbed her hands together in anticipation and as Lucit put the case down, she went over to open it, she cracked it open, just a bit, and saw that it contained a crystalized human skull. She quickly shut the case, and secured it's locks.
"As soon as we get this to Jidaeo, we can all buy a nice island someplace and live out the rest of our lives in peace. No more digging, no more killing, and certainly no more stupid contracts!"
Lucit laughed, knowing that it would never be enough gold for Avia to retire on, she wasn't even sure if there was enough gold in the entirety of Azeroth for Avia's deepest desires. Suddenly a distressed cry was heard over the light breeze, followed by a blood curdling scream, which was abruptly silenced. More screams followed by the sounds of steel clanging against steel could be heard, and Avia looked towards Lucit, concern for her employees in her eyes.
"Quickly! Get everyone to the ship! We must get them away! Someone is after what we just got..."
Avia didn't need to warn Lucit, she was already gathering up people and telling them to evacuate to the ship. Avia's glorious, magicly infused ship, the She's One of Ours. A ship of Sindorei construct, armed with some of the finest dwarven cannons, upgraded many times over, readily disguised as any sort of ship desired. It was anchored 30 minutes walk away from the digsite, 20 minutes by running. Even as the crewmen ran, they were shot down by arcane bolts, impaled by evil looking white barbed arrows, or cut down by sword as they fled. Fewer than half her crew made it to the ship alive.
As Avia and Lucit fled, the Captain turned to the human and shoved the container into her arms.
"Get that to the Nova. He will know what to do. I will try to get these people to safety..."
Lucit nodded. "Be safe captain. I will meet you in Booty Bay when this is all over..." she said as she turned from the Captain...
That would be the last time they would see each other.
The Captain and the remaining crew got on board the ship, and she made to set sail, when the first disaster struck, several of the imbedded runes exploded, tearing deck timber, masts, sails, and sailors to shreds, Avia swore she saw something white and glimmering in the drifting smoke. She once again tried to wake the ship up, but it was as if all the magic had gone from her. In desperation she tried once more, panic and fear working their way up her throat. The remaining runes splutter to life, weak pulses of mana coursing through them, then.. Nothing... Anywhere... The ship, the crew, all disappeared into inky blackness....
An unknown period of time later, and Avia woke up, she was laying on a single plank of her ship, in the middle of a dark, dark room. A leak drips water on her chest, from the top of the room, and the little rivulets of water drip off her wet body into a puddle beneath her. She blinks her eyes trying to see anything in the room, but there is nothing to see, just darkness. She sits up, and as she does so it feels as if a thousand tiny needles were imbedded in her flesh, and were being ripped away. She gasped. Ignoring the pain as best she could, she begins to crawl around the room, feeling her way in the darkness. As she moves, she feels that the floor is unnatural, man-made, perhaps some sort of brick. She feels the lines and crawls for what seems like days, until she bumps into something solid. A wall!
<"This is some sort of prison, or something. Maybe they left the door unlocked... "> she thinks to herself as she begins to walk along the edge of the wall, feeling for any sort of doorway...
The doorway was on the other side of the room. The door cracked open, the sillouete of a woman blocking some of the bright orangey light. Avia squinted and then blinked. The figure was now walking towards her, it was clear that her approach was not for any friendly purpose. She strode over with all the calm and grace of a dancer, and roughly grabbed hold of Avia, utilizing her soft pressure points, causing her to drop to her knees gasping. Avia offered no resistance, and was allowed to live for her effort. The woman then restrained Avia's hands and ankles with a sharp, bladed wire rope. blood oozed forth from the new wounds, as two more figures stepped forwards into the darkness, and they carried Avia to the next room.
It wasn't too long before Avia was wishing for the black, wet room again. The room she was brought into smelled of death, and the sickly brownish red stains about the place did nothing to relive her anxiety. The two thugs remove her restraints, but force her back down onto the wooden table, that is a deep maroon color, and use metal bars and clamps to restrain her. She cries out, demanding to see whoever is in charge... Her demands are met with sickening silence.
She is left this way, her shirt drying, the shadowy light of flickering flame her only companion in the otherwise deserted room. She tries to look around but can't really see anything except for the roof. She vainly tries to free herself from the table, but the more she struggles the tighter her restraints become. Tightening to the point she can feel her blood build up in her hands and feet, the sickening pins and needles, and there is nothing she can do about it...
Time passes, as Avia passes out, she is brought to when her tormentors wave sickly smelling salts under her nose, she jerks back into reality, causing her restraints to tighten even more. "Sshhh, there there little one... Perhaps you will lissten for a minute.. Make all thiss go away?" a voice says in the shadows. Avia can't tell where from...
"Who are you people?" The Captain says, as she looks left to right.
"We are legion. Without name, without number. You may not call uss anything... We have all the power here..."
With that, one of the shadowy figures steps foward, something glowing in its left hand.
"And to prove thiss to you... To sshow you how sseriouss we truly are... Allow me to demonsstrate!"
With that, it bent over, it was a kaldorei, wearing white robes, with blue gray hair, using its right hand to hold open Avia's right eyelids... Then it lowered the glowing red rod until it was a fraction of an inch away from her eyeball... Close enough she could feel the heat, she tried to blink... but the fingers were just too strong. The heat was singing her eyelashes, and suddenly as she opened her mouth to say "no!" it plunged the rod into her eye, which exploded as the sharp, heated rod pressed into her eye socket, a sickening sizzling noise could be heard, followed a split second later by the loudest scream Avia had ever made in her entire life. Another second later, and she had passed out from the intense pain.The night elf withdrew the poker and pushed it into a bucket filled with blood, where it sizzled for a couple of minutes, raising up steam. The smelling salts were applied to Avia yet again. When she returned, she blinked and felt a sickening knot in her throat, as she realized that strange feeling in her right eye was that she no longer owned a right eye. Her screams were not silenced by her tormentors.
After she had screamed herself raw in the throat, a sin'dorei woman approached her, smiling. She looked like an angel in white, her savior perhaps. She spoke softly, sweetly, talked about the Light healing her... All she had to do was return the skull!
"It is as simple as that dear, you return that which you have stolen, and this whole nightmare will be over! You can return to your carefree life, and pretend none of this ever happened!"
Her words were like sachrine, they soothed her, calmed her, made her push past the pain... She wanted to make love to this woman...
"I... its not that easy! I... just can't do it! You'd have to let me free!"
And like that, the woman's pure, sweet visage melted away, her features darkening, becoming sharper and very severe. Her pale blonde hair becomes black as night, somehow even her white robes appear evil, the most vile thing Avia had ever seen.
"You will not escape here, unless we say so! Never try it... Your punishment will be so harsh you will wish you were dead. Don't even try to kill yourself. We will wrench your soul from your dying body, and force you back into it... You will live to see the lengths we will go through just to torture you..."
The woman cackles, then her visage switches back to the beautiful, kind blonde woman.
"Perhaps you will prefer to speak to me instead? Do this the...easy way" she purred.
Avia's thoughts floundered in her head, she was utterly unable to formulate a coherent sentence. She sought solace in the peacefulness of the woman's aura. She blinked her remaining good eye, and nodded.
"What do you need to know, to make this all stop?"
The woman draped herself over Avia's body, the sensation was enough to make her breathing ragged, coming in little gasps. Then the woman ran a single finger, lightly from behind Avia's ear, tracing down her jawline, then down her throat, and trailing down the exposed cleavage stopping at the top of the suit jacket's buttons... The result was electrifying, Avia's self control was shot, she could think of no lover in her life who had that affect on her.
"I just need for you to tell me, who did you send the relic to? Why did you steal it, what purpose is it to be used for, and how do you plan to return it? Simple dear... Perhaps if you answer well, I will keep you here as a pet..."
Avia snapped out of the woman's spell, quickly. She was no one's pet, and she never, ever divulged business details...
((To be continued!! Sleep calls. Its now 5am. xD))