Blood from the Skies
Far from the Burning Plains of Alagaësia, in the heart of Uru'baen, deep within the fortress dungeons, an Elf girl of around 19 sat in stony silence. Her pale face had lost its former glow, and her silvery hair hung down her back, lank and matted with congealed blood. Her pale green Elven tunic was ripped across the bottom, her tan breeches ripped, torn and covered with yet more blood. The Red Rider Murtagh stood before her, eyes boring into hers. Behind her, stood a guard with an ox hide whip, ready to hit her with it should she try to attack the Empire's precious rid Rider. She had been in the same spot for over an hour, blocking his mental probe, and not once flinching under the constant battering that her already tortured mind was receiving. Instead of flinching, her face remained as smooth at a polished stone, showing no emotion at all. Murtagh let out a loud growl of frustration at being unable to penetrate the Elven girls mental defences.
"We are through here," hissed Murtagh, his eyes showing his irritation clearly, "Chain her to the wall." Murtagh stood there and watched as the guard dragged the unresisting Elf to the back wall, and chained her up, arms above her head, hanging half a foot off of the ground. The guard bowed to the red Rider and virtually ran out of the cell.
What are you planning to do to her? Thorn asked, he was in the hall above them and the ceiling shuddered slightly under his weight, Tell me my friend, for it is only fair that I know.
I plan to set her free, if I can, Murtagh replied, watching the Elven girl carefully for any signs of emotion, but her face remained still, She will not allow me to talk to her mind to mind, but perhaps if you were to talk to her, she might listen to you...
You can hope, said Thorn, being his usual boring self, to her, we must seem like the new Forsworn, the very thing she was probably taught to fear. As always, thorn's cold reasoning brought Murtagh back to reality with a very bad landing.
I see the logic in your words Thorn... he muttered, frowning slightly, However, I would like to try talking with her, who know, it may work.
Murtagh took a few steps towards the Elf girl, she just stared a him, almost daring him to try something.
"I do not wish to hurt you," Murtagh said quietly, the girls eyes narrowed in disbelief, not trusting the word of the Empire's dog, "All I wish to do is get you out of here, but I can't talk to you through normal means, I must speak mind to mind with you, if I am caught, you will die, and I will be severely punished."