(Niro takes SO long to remember that she had to read something...argh...so here's the latest installment. I took advice from the folks who were so kind as to give it. The descriptions! The descriptions! I had SO much fun with the descriptions (although...I don't think Klar had much fun with them...oh well...you'll see) please R/R, folks! I WUV reviews!)
Bloodfingers snarled as he walked into the small dungeon room. He held in his hand a leather whip and his black beady eyes focused on the wood elven form lying limp on the floor across from him. The young man looked up at him through his dark blond hair, his pale blue eyes silently begging to be spared and yet showing a level of defiance. He was clad in simple breeches and a vest, his dark green armor hung on the other side of the room.
"Scum stand!" When the elf made no move to rise, Bloodfingers lunged forward and pulled him up by the back of his neck, "Bloodfingers say stand!"
Klarias hung limply, wishing he was anywhere else but here and pondering still how an orc had managed to sneak up on him, the great thief and scout that he is. Bloodfingers dropped Klarias and he hit the floor with a sickening thud and thought to himself, a few more broken bones...He lay there for a moment, hoping the orc would leave, that maybe today he would be given some time to heal. If they wanted information out of him, they wouldn't kill him, would they? He glanced up and saw the window, it was open but too high for him to reach, hurt as he was. The sky was shimmering multi-colored as the sun rose overhead. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Sunrise already? He thought, he had been supposed to meet Larah at sunset the day before. He felt a surge of anger at the orcs, for stealing him away from his beloved for so long, at himself for being so captured and then a surge of sorrow, he missed her, the feeling of holding her in his arms, the feeling of being enveloped in her druidic power as she channeled nature itself. He struggled to at least sit up, but fell flat on his face, scraping his chin on the rough floor boards and leaving a smear of blood. The orc kicked him soundly in the abdomen and he rolled across the floor in a spasm of coughing which left him barely able to draw breath.
"Lar...ah..." he mumbled, "I...love...ye."
The dark elven spy smiled, her disguise was flawless, she was after all an enchanter.
"Lord Stormsiege, Master Ailur is here to see you, sir."
"Send him in."
"Right away, sir"
The high elven paladin paced back and forth behind his desk. Hisblade, Retribution,hung at his waist swinging back and forth as he walked, his hand on the pommel. The druid stepped into the room and stood before him, his staff held tightly and leaned against it.
"Lord Protector, the dark elven presence in the Faydark is growing and I am concerned. Already one of my students has lost a friend, apparently taken by the orcs to their Citadel."
"I see, we shall have to address that matter swiftly...I shall send some of my troops in there to have a look around..."
"My thanks and the thanks of all those Soldiers of Tunare."
"No thanks are necessary."
Master Ailur bowed and turned to leave.
"The lad who is missing, Lord Protector, is a thief but the lover of one of my students. His name is Klarias. My student wants to come with you; her name is Larah of the family Cloudwhisper."
"Tell her to meet at the gates of Felwithe, soon. As soon as my troops assemble, we shall move out."
"Of course."
The druid bowed again and then spoke a word of power and was instantly transported home.
"K'ya, send out word to the barracks, we need the best troops assembled at the city gates post haste."
"Of course, sir."
The young dark elf in high elven guise bowed and left the room, a slight skip in her step as she thought of the rewards she would gain for giving this news to her lord and master.
Zycrasik stared at the window of magic she had cast, still no information had been gained from the elven captive. She ran her ebon fingers through her glowing white hair tensely and glanced at her master.
"Any newssss, dark elf?"
"None, Master Nirokusan...Apparently the elf has lost consciousness again...Honestly, orcs are horrible at extracting information..."
"Perhapsssss, you should go do it yoursssself, then."
"Perhaps."
"Sssssso go!"
"Of course, Master Nirokusan."
She hefted her spell book into a pack and walked off to one of the nearby dark elven wizards who would translocate her to the Faydark.
"The elf won't lasssst until sssssunsssset..." mused the iksar.
One of the troll shamans seated near by suddenly looked up.
"Master, da elf in da high elf city sent a news!"
"And what isss it?"
"Da Master Ailur elf went to da Lord Protector elf to say dey know bout da elf-boy we took and dat dey is gonna get him back wit troops of paladins."
"Tell the wizardssss to transport sssoldiersss there to meet our little ssssylvan friendsss."
"Yes, Master."
One by one the dark elves, trolls, ogres, gnolls, goblins and what ever other manner of unsavory creatures stood in front of the line of dark elven wizards to be transported to the Faydark, sinister grins crossing their macabre features.
