I have an idea in mind for something that can happen after a few hours IC. With the plan they carried out, I don't think it would make sense for it to go on for days.
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I'm guessing Sabine will continue to refuse information? I think I could summarize what each of them do over the next few hours.
Arinette practically growled in frustration. She slid the knife out of her, only to quickly and violently stab her another three times. Blood poured from the wounds, but just as quickly as she had created them, she was able to use the staff's power to close them shut. Physically, it was as if the wounds had never happened, but all of the pain was still there, and would linger for a while yet.
"You don't want to answer? Well, time to be punished, then." Arinette said, as if Sabine had not been suffering already. "Grab the whip." She ordered to one of the Orcs.
Arinette grabbed one of Sabine's shoulders and twisted her body to one side so as to expose her back, then allowed the Orc to move behind her. She did not say another word, nor ask any more questions of Sabine. Instead, she just gave a nod to the Orc to begin. The whip cracked across her back, cutting a long gash through her back. Then, he did it again, and again, and again. Arinette allowed him to land a total of twenty lashes before finally telling him to stop. Arinette used her staff again, but only to cut off any excess bleeding. She decided to leave the wounds open to the air just to prolong the pain.
When it was all over, Arinette grabbed Sabine's face in her hand and forced her to look her in the eye. "Just so you know, we already know where your clan is, in a cavern underneath Skyrim. The entrance shall not elude us for long. I was just testing your...honesty. To think, all of that pain for...nothing. I do not even know why you want to bother protecting your so-called friends when they could not even protect you. Do you think your 'mother' would be willing to do the same. Do you really think she would endure all of this just for you? No, you lycans are selfish beasts; just look at your 'traditions.' The strongest are supposed to rise to the top, because I'm sure that having a leader who is decided by who can best win in a fight will have the most strategic acumen. Just give up. All I want is your Champion. If I get her, then all of this pain ends. You could just walk away."
"You don't want to answer? Well, time to be punished, then." Arinette said, as if Sabine had not been suffering already. "Grab the whip." She ordered to one of the Orcs.
Arinette grabbed one of Sabine's shoulders and twisted her body to one side so as to expose her back, then allowed the Orc to move behind her. She did not say another word, nor ask any more questions of Sabine. Instead, she just gave a nod to the Orc to begin. The whip cracked across her back, cutting a long gash through her back. Then, he did it again, and again, and again. Arinette allowed him to land a total of twenty lashes before finally telling him to stop. Arinette used her staff again, but only to cut off any excess bleeding. She decided to leave the wounds open to the air just to prolong the pain.
When it was all over, Arinette grabbed Sabine's face in her hand and forced her to look her in the eye. "Just so you know, we already know where your clan is, in a cavern underneath Skyrim. The entrance shall not elude us for long. I was just testing your...honesty. To think, all of that pain for...nothing. I do not even know why you want to bother protecting your so-called friends when they could not even protect you. Do you think your 'mother' would be willing to do the same. Do you really think she would endure all of this just for you? No, you lycans are selfish beasts; just look at your 'traditions.' The strongest are supposed to rise to the top, because I'm sure that having a leader who is decided by who can best win in a fight will have the most strategic acumen. Just give up. All I want is your Champion. If I get her, then all of this pain ends. You could just walk away."
Arinette's response was as quick as it was brutal. She stabbed her knife into Sabine's stomach and started to twist it slowly. "Tell. Me. NOW!" She yelled into Sabine's ear.
"Give me step-by-step directions for how, exactly, I can find your clan. Make them clear, make them accurate. I warn you that the punishment for lying is much worse than this." Arinette said before twisting the knife even further.
The Orcs nearby did not seem to react at all to the horrific scene before them, though Do'rhajul could not help but to turn away from them.
"Give me step-by-step directions for how, exactly, I can find your clan. Make them clear, make them accurate. I warn you that the punishment for lying is much worse than this." Arinette said before twisting the knife even further.
The Orcs nearby did not seem to react at all to the horrific scene before them, though Do'rhajul could not help but to turn away from them.
Do'rhajul was not looking directly at Sabine, though he did raise his brow at what she shouted. Regardless, Arinette did not waste a moment in addressing the claim. "Oh please, do you think you are going to be able to stand there and lie right to our faces? We have been in this fight from the beginning; we know the truth."
Arinette held her staff up to Sabine's hands and cast a healing spell upon them. It closed up the wounds around the stakes to stop the bleeding, but of course, Arinette went out of her way to make sure that it would do nothing for the pain. Once she was finished, she drew a knife from her belt and stepped up close to Sabine, bringing her face mere inches from hers. At the same time, she pressed her knife into Sabine's stomach just enough that she could feel its point, but not enough to break the skin.
Arinette spoke softly, but still just as threateningly. "I am going to ask you questions, and you are going to answer them. And only them. You refuse, you say anything besides the answer, or you say something we know is a lie, and you will. Be. Punished. Understood? Now, first question. Where exactly is your...oh what do you call it again? Clan. Where is your clan located? And do not merely say 'Skyrim', or 'in a cave.' That is not enough. Tell us where we can find it." She demanded.
Arinette held her staff up to Sabine's hands and cast a healing spell upon them. It closed up the wounds around the stakes to stop the bleeding, but of course, Arinette went out of her way to make sure that it would do nothing for the pain. Once she was finished, she drew a knife from her belt and stepped up close to Sabine, bringing her face mere inches from hers. At the same time, she pressed her knife into Sabine's stomach just enough that she could feel its point, but not enough to break the skin.
Arinette spoke softly, but still just as threateningly. "I am going to ask you questions, and you are going to answer them. And only them. You refuse, you say anything besides the answer, or you say something we know is a lie, and you will. Be. Punished. Understood? Now, first question. Where exactly is your...oh what do you call it again? Clan. Where is your clan located? And do not merely say 'Skyrim', or 'in a cave.' That is not enough. Tell us where we can find it." She demanded.
"Hmph, your 'mother.' That, uh...lizard is your 'mother.'" Arinette scoffed, her eyes briefly glancing around the camp. She had her own Argonian team member, so she most likely had intended to be even more insulting than she was. "Well, regardless, I suppose I have my answer. It would be easy enough to kill you now, but I think I can make you come around to my line of thinking. The Champion's death really is the best outcome of all this. Remove the chains, then stand her up." She ordered to one of the Orcs.
As instructed, the Orc removed the chains keeping her bound to the tree, though the enchanted manacles were still locked firmly around her wrists. He then grabbed a hold of her and forced her to stand to her feet, all while Arinette was rifling through her large leather bag. The Orc lifted both of her arms up above her head and held her hands together so that one was on top of the other. Arinette almost seemed to be taking her time in order to build up the dread that Sabine was no doubt feeling about what was to come. Dread that she, unfortunately, intended to deliver upon.
The objects that Arinette retrieved from the bag were a simple wooden stake and a hammer, and she allowed Sabine plenty of time to consider her intentions as she raised the end of the stake up and pressed it against Sabine's palm. Around her, the Orcs appeared apathetic, and Do'rhajul even looked to be uncomfortable about it, but the look in Arinette's eyes revealed the true kind of person she was. She was beyond just being heartless, since she actually smiled as she started to hammer the stake through Sabine's palms in order to pin her to the tree.
As instructed, the Orc removed the chains keeping her bound to the tree, though the enchanted manacles were still locked firmly around her wrists. He then grabbed a hold of her and forced her to stand to her feet, all while Arinette was rifling through her large leather bag. The Orc lifted both of her arms up above her head and held her hands together so that one was on top of the other. Arinette almost seemed to be taking her time in order to build up the dread that Sabine was no doubt feeling about what was to come. Dread that she, unfortunately, intended to deliver upon.
The objects that Arinette retrieved from the bag were a simple wooden stake and a hammer, and she allowed Sabine plenty of time to consider her intentions as she raised the end of the stake up and pressed it against Sabine's palm. Around her, the Orcs appeared apathetic, and Do'rhajul even looked to be uncomfortable about it, but the look in Arinette's eyes revealed the true kind of person she was. She was beyond just being heartless, since she actually smiled as she started to hammer the stake through Sabine's palms in order to pin her to the tree.
"That is not an answer!" Arinette said just before kicking Sabine in the side. "And I should think it obvious. The death of your leader is more impactful than the death of an underling. Your plans to spread your curse in Tamriel will fail regardless, of course, but we intend to make that happen as painlessly as possible. Really, the death of your Champion would be a mercy to all of your...friends. The sooner your cause falls apart, the fewer of them we have to kill. Accept my offer and you not only get to live, but you get to save some of your friends. Now, answer me, or I shall assume that I am going to need to force you to answer."
Arinette dropped a large leather bag at her side. "And I do have all of the tools to make that happen."
Arinette dropped a large leather bag at her side. "And I do have all of the tools to make that happen."
Sorry for the delay. I think that is a good place to leave with Meesei and the others, so we can focus on Sabine.
"That could work. We might also try asking Marcaille." Ahnasha suggested. "She mentioned rituals that can track people. Using that shield we recovered or, well, anything in this camp. I'm sure there's a lot here that belonged to them."
Meesei took another long breath in and out, clutching the ring tightly in both hands. "We are going to do exactly that. We are going to do both. We are going to do everything, and I mean everything to find her. I don't care if I have to mobilize every single warrior, scout, and spy we have in High Rock. All of Tamriel even. We are going to find Sabine, and we are going to make them regret every single cut and bruise she has a hundredfold."
Meesei spoke with a fiery, unbreakable determination. To her pack, it would not be a surprise the lengths she would go to in order to help Sabine. Although, her dedication could potentially be harmful. She was going to order every person and resource she could get her hands on to help in the search, and anyone who might protest her orders would be met with the unchained wrath of a desperate mother. For the moment, she started to create a portal back to Blackreach. She had orders to give.
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There were not too many hours left in the night, but whether she slept or not, Sabine would be able to notice something interesting by morning. Her wrist irons had been enchanted to drain her magicka, but she would not feel quite as magically "empty" as she might have expected. The manacles drained her magicka, but not quite fast enough to fully overtake the deep connection that she had to her magical energies. It seemed as if the enchantment was not made strong enough to completely drain a mage of her strength. With the magicka she had, she would be able to manage a single, reasonably powerful spell. However, it would, of course, take quite a while for it to recover. That spell, if she decided to cast it, would have to be made to count.
It was somewhat later in the morning when the camp finally awoke, apart from the Redguard, who had been given the last watch. They all took their time having their breakfast; mostly mutton, by the aromas that reached Sabine's nose. They spoke for a while among themselves, out of earshot of Sabine, until they were finally ready to deal with her. Four of them approached her: Arinette, Do'rhajul, and the two Orcs. All of them were fully armed and equipped this time, likely as a precaution against any surprise attacks.
Arinette was the first to speak. "Did you have a good rest? No, don't bother, I have only one question for you right now. The only one that matters. You have had plenty of time to think, so I am giving you this one chance to answer correctly. My quarry is the Champion of Hircine. In exchange for your life, will you give me all of the information and aid you can to allow me to kill her?"
Meesei took another long breath in and out, clutching the ring tightly in both hands. "We are going to do exactly that. We are going to do both. We are going to do everything, and I mean everything to find her. I don't care if I have to mobilize every single warrior, scout, and spy we have in High Rock. All of Tamriel even. We are going to find Sabine, and we are going to make them regret every single cut and bruise she has a hundredfold."
Meesei spoke with a fiery, unbreakable determination. To her pack, it would not be a surprise the lengths she would go to in order to help Sabine. Although, her dedication could potentially be harmful. She was going to order every person and resource she could get her hands on to help in the search, and anyone who might protest her orders would be met with the unchained wrath of a desperate mother. For the moment, she started to create a portal back to Blackreach. She had orders to give.
---
There were not too many hours left in the night, but whether she slept or not, Sabine would be able to notice something interesting by morning. Her wrist irons had been enchanted to drain her magicka, but she would not feel quite as magically "empty" as she might have expected. The manacles drained her magicka, but not quite fast enough to fully overtake the deep connection that she had to her magical energies. It seemed as if the enchantment was not made strong enough to completely drain a mage of her strength. With the magicka she had, she would be able to manage a single, reasonably powerful spell. However, it would, of course, take quite a while for it to recover. That spell, if she decided to cast it, would have to be made to count.
It was somewhat later in the morning when the camp finally awoke, apart from the Redguard, who had been given the last watch. They all took their time having their breakfast; mostly mutton, by the aromas that reached Sabine's nose. They spoke for a while among themselves, out of earshot of Sabine, until they were finally ready to deal with her. Four of them approached her: Arinette, Do'rhajul, and the two Orcs. All of them were fully armed and equipped this time, likely as a precaution against any surprise attacks.
Arinette was the first to speak. "Did you have a good rest? No, don't bother, I have only one question for you right now. The only one that matters. You have had plenty of time to think, so I am giving you this one chance to answer correctly. My quarry is the Champion of Hircine. In exchange for your life, will you give me all of the information and aid you can to allow me to kill her?"
Arinette was not impressed by Sabine's answer, as evidenced by the fact that she struck Sabine again, this time by jamming her knee into Sabine's ribs. "You expect me to believe that, dog? You arrive with Dwemer machines, and enough soldiers to capture a castle, but you did not plan to attack us? Do not lie to me."
In the midst of Arinette's interrogation, if Sabine was able to concentrate on him for a moment, she might notice Yerig looking around uncomfortably, particularly upon the mention of the lycans' intentions. He had his hand over one of the larger pouches on his side. If the book had been planted, and he had noticed it, then he would have at least a solid guess as to their intentions. However, he did not seem to be inclined to bring that information to Arinette's attention.
Arinette looked like she was inclined to continue the beating before Do'rhajul grabbed her arm to stop her. "I appreciate the need to interrogate our prisoner, but we have more pressing matters at the moment. We need to make sure we are secure in this location, and set up our camp once more. We can see what we can extract from her tomorrow."
"Fine." Arinette answered, practically growling in her tone. "Orcs, search her and get her secured. We'll watch her tonight in shifts. If you packed our supplies properly, there should be manacles in that tent."
Sabine was spared an outright beating for the moment, but the Orcs were hardly gentle in searching her. Any slight hint of resistance was rewarded with a fresh bruise. They stripped her down to nothing, then chained her to a large tree within sight of the campfire one of the others set up, but too far to receive any of its warmth. With neither fire nor clothing to keep her warm, the chilly night air would make for an uncomfortable night, before even considering the fact that she was also chained to a tree. The irons around her wrist were enchanted to drain magicka from the wearer, which would make any spellcasting attempts problematic.
After about an hour, the rest of the camp looked like they were ready to get some rest for what was left of the night, but Arinette decided to pay one last visit to Sabine before retiring to her own bedroll. "Before I get some well-deserved sleep, I have a few words of warning for you, Sabine. Our...esteemed guest. You do not know it yet, but you are an incredibly lucky soul. You see, while your head would certainly be a prize, it is nothing compared to your Champion. And because I am an exceedingly merciful individual, I am prepared to let you live if you can ensure I can get the prize I truly want. Of course, if you refuse, then I can also cause you more suffering than most beings will ever experience in a lifetime. Trust me, I am a very creative torturer, especially with this staff's power at my command. I want you to think about that tonight. Think about all of the ways that you can imagine I can hurt you, then realize that there are many more that you cannot even imagine. Think about that, then realize that it can all be avoided if you submit to me. Oh, and if you get it in your head that you might be able to transform and break out of those binds, I want you to also realize something interesting we discovered. That antidote you made for our soul-tearing gas? Well, it does not work on the old suppression gas. All of us here are armed with several bottles of that gas, so your beast form will be about as useless as your magic. Now, get some rest. It shall be a long day tomorrow."
With those sinister words, Arinette walked away, paying no mind to anything Sabine might have said afterwards.
---
Meesei's anger was not directed at Fendros, and for the most part, she was ignoring him until he suddenly stopped her in her tracks with his embrace. Her eyes remained affixed on Ahnasha, but with his compassion, that anger started to soften. The raw magical power pulsing through her body, which even Fendros would have been able to feel, began to die down. Eventually, it was only her pain that overtook her. Her entire weight fell onto Fendros, emotionally and physically, as she descended into tears.
Ahnasha was still in shock, even if she was no longer being directly threatened. She also knew that it made little sense to blame herself for what happened, but Meesei's accusation had caused her to do it all the same. "I...I'm sorry. It just all happened so fast, but...I tried. Sabine gave me the signal to retreat, to run away. I ignored it, tried to find a good angle with my bow, but they were already on top of her. I...didn't know what to do."
Although Fendros would not be able to see it, Meesei's eyes suddenly widened. She practically shoved Fendros aside to get out of his grasp and started to rush at Ahnasha, not because of anger, but because she had been given a shred of hope to which she could attach. "Of course! The ring!" She shouted. Rather forcefully, she grabbed Ahnasha's hand and pulled the ring off of Ahnasha's finger. "It's enchanted like the one I put in Harriet. It's connected to Sabine's. I can...track her down."
Meesei placed all of her effort into concentrating on the ring's enchantment. She stared in silence at the glowing ring, but unfortunately, as the seconds passed into minutes, her expression grew more and more desperate. "I cannot feel it. The range on this one is not limitless; she must be too far away."
In the midst of Arinette's interrogation, if Sabine was able to concentrate on him for a moment, she might notice Yerig looking around uncomfortably, particularly upon the mention of the lycans' intentions. He had his hand over one of the larger pouches on his side. If the book had been planted, and he had noticed it, then he would have at least a solid guess as to their intentions. However, he did not seem to be inclined to bring that information to Arinette's attention.
Arinette looked like she was inclined to continue the beating before Do'rhajul grabbed her arm to stop her. "I appreciate the need to interrogate our prisoner, but we have more pressing matters at the moment. We need to make sure we are secure in this location, and set up our camp once more. We can see what we can extract from her tomorrow."
"Fine." Arinette answered, practically growling in her tone. "Orcs, search her and get her secured. We'll watch her tonight in shifts. If you packed our supplies properly, there should be manacles in that tent."
Sabine was spared an outright beating for the moment, but the Orcs were hardly gentle in searching her. Any slight hint of resistance was rewarded with a fresh bruise. They stripped her down to nothing, then chained her to a large tree within sight of the campfire one of the others set up, but too far to receive any of its warmth. With neither fire nor clothing to keep her warm, the chilly night air would make for an uncomfortable night, before even considering the fact that she was also chained to a tree. The irons around her wrist were enchanted to drain magicka from the wearer, which would make any spellcasting attempts problematic.
After about an hour, the rest of the camp looked like they were ready to get some rest for what was left of the night, but Arinette decided to pay one last visit to Sabine before retiring to her own bedroll. "Before I get some well-deserved sleep, I have a few words of warning for you, Sabine. Our...esteemed guest. You do not know it yet, but you are an incredibly lucky soul. You see, while your head would certainly be a prize, it is nothing compared to your Champion. And because I am an exceedingly merciful individual, I am prepared to let you live if you can ensure I can get the prize I truly want. Of course, if you refuse, then I can also cause you more suffering than most beings will ever experience in a lifetime. Trust me, I am a very creative torturer, especially with this staff's power at my command. I want you to think about that tonight. Think about all of the ways that you can imagine I can hurt you, then realize that there are many more that you cannot even imagine. Think about that, then realize that it can all be avoided if you submit to me. Oh, and if you get it in your head that you might be able to transform and break out of those binds, I want you to also realize something interesting we discovered. That antidote you made for our soul-tearing gas? Well, it does not work on the old suppression gas. All of us here are armed with several bottles of that gas, so your beast form will be about as useless as your magic. Now, get some rest. It shall be a long day tomorrow."
With those sinister words, Arinette walked away, paying no mind to anything Sabine might have said afterwards.
---
Meesei's anger was not directed at Fendros, and for the most part, she was ignoring him until he suddenly stopped her in her tracks with his embrace. Her eyes remained affixed on Ahnasha, but with his compassion, that anger started to soften. The raw magical power pulsing through her body, which even Fendros would have been able to feel, began to die down. Eventually, it was only her pain that overtook her. Her entire weight fell onto Fendros, emotionally and physically, as she descended into tears.
Ahnasha was still in shock, even if she was no longer being directly threatened. She also knew that it made little sense to blame herself for what happened, but Meesei's accusation had caused her to do it all the same. "I...I'm sorry. It just all happened so fast, but...I tried. Sabine gave me the signal to retreat, to run away. I ignored it, tried to find a good angle with my bow, but they were already on top of her. I...didn't know what to do."
Although Fendros would not be able to see it, Meesei's eyes suddenly widened. She practically shoved Fendros aside to get out of his grasp and started to rush at Ahnasha, not because of anger, but because she had been given a shred of hope to which she could attach. "Of course! The ring!" She shouted. Rather forcefully, she grabbed Ahnasha's hand and pulled the ring off of Ahnasha's finger. "It's enchanted like the one I put in Harriet. It's connected to Sabine's. I can...track her down."
Meesei placed all of her effort into concentrating on the ring's enchantment. She stared in silence at the glowing ring, but unfortunately, as the seconds passed into minutes, her expression grew more and more desperate. "I cannot feel it. The range on this one is not limitless; she must be too far away."
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