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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Aug 31, 2007 0:00:27 GMT -5
D'rorah came to slowly. Her body ached all over. She remained silent and still, using her senses to assess the space around her. Slowly, memories came back of what had happened in the forest. As her consciousness returned more fully, she became aware of pain... exquisite pain, coursing through her entire body. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to control her breathing and remain still.
Suddenly, she felt the weight of cold steel pressing against her arm and she flinched slightly.
Ahhh... so she is awake. she heard through the fog.
Suddenly, she was assailed by pain... she felt a blade being dragged deeply through her flesh... could feel shadows pulling at her mind. It was agony. She opened her eyes, biting back screams. The darkness was thick, it swarmed around her. She could feel a chill slowly spreading through her veins. D'rorah bit back her screams, refusing to give the Mage the pleasure of hearing her agony. She plunged into a sea of pain with no end in sight, every moment she held out, only brought her more pain.
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Post by Dark Phoenix on Sept 3, 2007 18:35:53 GMT -5
Dark Phoenix stood to the side of a dark room with stone walls. In the middle of the room was a large metal table where her prize lay, restrained. She smirked a bit as she sensed consciousness begin to creep back into D'rorah's body.
Her wraiths were hard at work, doing one of the things they did best, torturing the girl on the table before them. Dark Phoenix stepped forward with a dagger and pressed it to the girl's arm, arms that were covered with scars from the first attack she'd ordered on the girl, the one that had finally forged her into the Shadow Warrior she was meant to be. Her Shadow Soldiers had failed her that time, the girl had not corrupted. But now... oh now, she would beg to serve the Mage before she was done. She smiled evilly as she pressed the cold steel of the blade to D'rorah's arm and was rewarded with a flinch.
"Ahhh... so she is awake."
She began slowly dragging the blade through the girl's flesh, each movement carefully calculated to cause agony, a carefully conducted symphony of pain. "D'rorah," she whispered her name softly, almost like a mother to a child, "join me. We could rule together... You are powerful now, but I could show you more... so very much more. No longer dependent on that... [/i]Master to bring your emotions back for you." She gave the word Master a derisive emphasis.
"No woman as powerful as you should have a master D'rorah... we can teach each other. You could be powerful beyong your wildest imagination."
As she spoke, she continued her slow methodic torture. "It can end... just give me information, agree to join me..."
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 3, 2007 20:59:54 GMT -5
D'rorah bit back her screams, refusing to give the Mage the satisfaction of hearing her pain. She could feel the darkness of the realm pulling at her emotions, at her mind. She hoped fervently that she would be strong enough to resist... strong enough to hold out and wait for death.
"I will never... ally with... the... you" she choked out, spitting the last word with all the hatred she felt coursing through her veins. Mordred had not pulled her emotions back before she had been pulled into the Shadow Realm, but she had pulled back as much as she could. She only needed to hold out, to save her sanity until... She had no dreams or delusions of rescue. Though she kept herself alert for any possible openings that might allow escape, she truly expected she would die here.
"I shall... fight..." she squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled sharply as a blade dug deeper into her arm, "with every... last... ounce..." she trailed off, her energy spent. Weak from blood loss and from holding her own mind together, her world began to fade from view. Through sheer force of will, she forced the room to cease its spiraling descent into unconsciousness. "Of strength I have!" she finished.
After that point, time ceased to have any meaning. Her whole life became a sea of endless agony. Had her mind been weaker, had she been less determined, she would have succumbed to the Mage's will. Instead, she waited for death, even wished for it. She looked at her tormentors and her surroundings, wondering if Professor Kade had thought to use their mental link to try to find her; at the same time hoping they would not dare attempt to rescue her and risk more lives.
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Post by Dark Phoenix on Sept 4, 2007 9:33:36 GMT -5
(ooc: we're coming from here... www.ragedsyphers.proboards100.com/index.cgi?board=forbiddenforest&action=display&thread=1188505204&page=1The Mage almost laughed when the boy transformed into a Dragon, trying to prove his worth. "Silly boy, if you really want to prove your worth, come with me." She smiled as she opened a rift into the Shadow Realm. While she had been pleased by seeing the Orb of Earth, she could not yet rule out any trickery or deceit. "You must prove your loyalty... your willingness to do whatever I ask you. I have a friend of yours here... she was a friend, I believe?" she asked with a cold laugh. She pulled Gat through the rift into the Shadow Realm. "And you will also see what happens to those who dare to oppose me," she added menacingly as she led him to her fortress. The air was thick with darkness so black one could barely see. She took Gat to the chamber where D'rorah was being tortured. With a snap of her fingers, her wraiths stood aside. "Now..." she smiled wickedly, "your job is pain... to cause as much pain as you possibly can... while still keeping her alive... for the moment..." she trailed off, sneering, and stood aside to see what Gat would do...
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 4, 2007 11:29:12 GMT -5
D'rorah had no idea what day it was, how long she had been in the Shadow Realm. She remembered a flicker of something... Mordred had attempted to connect with her mind, but had been overwhelmed the pain. She had allowed herself to lapse into unconsciousness at that point, knowing that would sever the connection between them.
As though through a fog, she heard the voice of her captor... "...your job is pain... to cause as much pain as you possibly can... while still keeping her alive... for the moment..."
Her eyes fluttered open briefly and she thought surely she was hallucinating. The Mage had been talking to Gat! Had he been captured too? He hadn't been at the battle... no, it had been discovered that he was not, in actuality, the Master of Earth, as she had once suspected. Then she realized, the Mage intended for Gat to continue the torture that the Wraiths had been carrying out for her... Gat intended to join with the Mage.
"Mister Soldier?" she asked, with all the strength she could muster. Her voice was hoarse from lack of use, from biting back agonized screams. There was a hint of disbelief in her voice as she watched Gat, preparing herself mentally already for the torture to resume. She could already see the dark determination in his eyes... he clearly meant to do the Mage's bidding. Even now, the pain lingered, her nerve cells screaming from the non-stop torment she had endured since her capture. She clung to her sanity, but only barely.
All of her energy spent, she slumped back against the table, her eyes falling half-shut. She would not scream... she would never scream for these people... and no matter how often the Mage offered, she would never join. She was actually somewhat relieved to see Gat. She had a feeling he was not quite adept with torture... perhaps he would push too far and she would finally die. It was not much of a hope, but she did hold to it.
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Post by gatsoldier on Sept 4, 2007 20:30:53 GMT -5
As Gat came to the fortress, he gasped at the site of D'rorah, streched out before him on the metal table.
[glow=red,2,300]"your job is pain... to cause as much pain as you possibly can... while still keeping her alive... for the moment..."[/glow]
Then he heard a voice.
[glow=red,2,300]"Mister Soldier?" [/glow]
He had thought it would come to something like this. When she talked, Gat hesitated. He had hoped that she was at least unconcious. This was the reason that he had never wanted any friends. He did not know that D'rorah had been captured but he would do whatever it took to uphold his mothers legacy. Gat pulled out his wand as he knew only one way of torture that could not kill. He summed up the worst memories he had like the hatred against the ministry of magic as he knew the spell would not work well unless he meant it. He pictured D'rorah in league with the ministry. His hatred toward her grew and he grinned evily.
"CRUCIO!"
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 4, 2007 20:51:28 GMT -5
D'rorah writhed in agony, her body oblivious to any command she gave it. It was not nearly as gruesome as the torture the wraiths had inflicted upon her. Her robes her soaked with blood from the many deep cuts they had made in her flesh. The pain was so great she nearly lost her resolve and cried out. Stolidly, she swallowed her screams, her hands balling into tight fists as every muscle in her body tensed. How much longer could she endure? Surely, she must die soon. Oh, how she wished to beg for death, but she bit her tongue, keeping her silence. And, if she ever got free, she should make the Mage pay... even she was not indestructible. And D'rorah aimed to find her weaknesses and exploit them ruthlessly... if she ever again had the chance.
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Post by Dark Phoenix on Sept 4, 2007 21:03:41 GMT -5
Dark Phoenix stepped between Gat and D'rorah. "No, no, Gat," she admonished, as though talking to a small child. "Like this..."
She pulled a dagger from a sheath on her belt and stepped forward. She dragged it slowly across D'rorah's flesh, leaving a spreading line of crimson on her legs. "Oh my dear, we may as well give you a few scars in other places to match the ones on your arms," she said sweetly as she plunged the knife deeper and deeper.
"You see Gat, if you only use a crucio, she heals quickly... Crucio affects the mind. The Shadow Realm itself does that to her already. Here, we use more... archaic methods. This way, even if her friends come to rescue her, she won't be able to fight." She smiled evilly. "They'll have to carry her out like worthless chattel... unless you've decided to join me, that is, my dear," she said, leaning her ear closer in case D'rorah made a sound. "No? Well then... you may be here for quite some time."
With one last cut, she withdrew the dagger and handed it to Gat. "Do the job properly now," she commanded.
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Post by gatsoldier on Sept 4, 2007 23:22:29 GMT -5
As Gat tortured D'rorah with the spell, he grinned in satisfaction. It had been a long while since he had done it before and he had forgotten how it felt like. He enjoyed it and was surprised when the Shadow Mage stepped in front of him.
[glow=red,2,300]"No, no, Gat," [/glow]
Gat listened while the way they would use torturing was explained to him. He didn't want to torture. He wanted to kill. But he had to do what his master wanted or he could await the same fate as D'rorah. But no, he would rather be on the giving end instead of the recieving end. He took the dagger.
[glow=red,2,300]"Do the job properly now." [/glow]
His eyes glowed green with spite as he lunged the dagger into her bare leg. He scraped it across, right beside the nerve to cause the most amount of pain. As he had done so many times before when he was younger under his parents strict rule. D'rorah had saved his life before but now was not the time to pay her back, though he knew he was bound. He would surely overcome it. He pulled on the blade and scraped a gaping hole in her flesh.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 4, 2007 23:36:09 GMT -5
D'rorah once again held back a scream as the blade plunged into her flesh. The pain was excruciating; coupled with the pull of darkness from the Shadow Realm, she could feel her emotions, her mind, begin to splinter. Her eyes slowly began to grow cold as effects of endless torture built. She could feel an icy chill stealing through her veins, temptation pulling her towards darkness.
Though she fought, she did not know how much longer she could hold out. She wished for death to come quickly, knowing that every moment she remained alive only brought her mind closer to betraying her. D'rorah knew the Mage intended to win her to her service.
Finally, the pain, the agony, the steady pull of the Shadow Realm was too much to bear. D'rorah screamed. It was a bloodcurdling sound... the sort of thing one only hears in nightmares. As she screamed, her voice gave out, until soon no sound escaped lips that were parted in silent horror.
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Post by Dark Phoenix on Sept 4, 2007 23:42:51 GMT -5
Dark Phoenix smiled as D'rorah finally screamed. She could already see the darkness in D'rorah's eyes... could sense that she was finally starting to lose her way in the darkness of the Shadow Realm.
"Much better, Gat," she said with a malicious grin. "Oh D'rorah... are you finally ready to join me? I can feel it already... a slow corruption spreading through your veins. We won't kill you... oh no, you're far too valuable to die here like this."
She pressed a cold hand to the girl's cheek, as though assessing her. "What do you think Gat? If you can finish corrupting her, she can be yours... she is a pretty girl." Dark Phoenix ran her finger through a lock of D'rorah's hair. "Once her wounds are healed... yes..."
She snapped her hand and a wraith came over from the corner. "Set up extra fortifications around the fortress. I don't want any of her friends getting any brave ideas now. I've almost got her."
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Post by gatsoldier on Sept 4, 2007 23:58:46 GMT -5
Gat laughed aloud. As she screamed, his power hungry stance was back from before he had despaired for his parents.
[glow=red,2,300]What do you think Gat? If you can finish corrupting her, she can be yours... she is a pretty girl." [/glow]
His infatuation for her rose tenfold as he said that
"Thank you master." . He was starting to get some very dirty ideas. He stabbed once more and made the cut deeper. Blood poured out. Then he chose a target in the arm once more, again close to the nerve and excruciatingly painful, as he had felt it once before. He thought it would be worse considering how many cuts she already had. As He teared her flesh, he bent down and whispered in her ear.
"You cannot defeat us, give up and join us. You know you can't win." He said in a compassionate sort of voice.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 5, 2007 0:10:02 GMT -5
"You cannot defeat us, give up and join us. You know you can't win."
They were the last words D'rorah heard as her world finally faded to black.
"I... will... fight..." she said, the words only the barest whisper as, weak from blood loss and her mind tearing at the last reserves of her strength, D'rorah's body went completely limp. She once again passed into unconsciousness.
It seemed death would be no savior for her today. No, she would be forced to endure torture after torture until she finally succumbed to the Mage's will. Day after day of pain... or emotional agony... of that ever-encroaching darkness. But she couldn't give in. She couldn't ally with the one who had brought about the deaths of her parents. She couldn't give up and leave the world to the atrocities of the Mage. Fight...
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Post by Dark Phoenix on Sept 5, 2007 0:18:48 GMT -5
Dark Phoenix watched with satisfaction as Gat took more and more enjoyment in his gruesome task. Yes... she thought to herself, he will do nicely for now.
She was nearly gloating in her own triumph. It would not be long now before the girl succumbed to the Shadow Realm. She had been frustrated with D'rorah... stubbornly holding out, even refusing to scream. But once she heard her scream, Dark Phoenix knew that the end was near for D'rorah. That was the first of her strongholds to come down. The others would soon follow.
She watched D'rorah's limp body slump against the table as she lost consciousness.
"Well done, Gat," she said with a nod of approval. "Rest for now... the wraiths will see to her continued torment while she is unconscious." She smirked slightly. "Consider her my gift to you in exchange for the Orb of Earth," she added, drawing the orb from a pocket in her robe.
She began leading him into another room as wraiths swarmed around the table where D'rorah lay. "Now Gat... tell me what you know of the Shadow Warriors and Elemental Masters at Hogwart's. I get the feeling you have a grudge against them..." she loosed a short burst of malicious laughter, "particularly against D'rorah. I want to know their strengths, their weaknesses... who they are..."
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Post by gatsoldier on Sept 5, 2007 15:23:21 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"Now Gat... tell me what you know of the Shadow Warriors and Elemental Masters at Hogwart's. I get the feeling you have a grudge against them...particularly against D'rorah. I want to know their strengths, their weaknesses... who they are.."[/glow]
"First, Master, there is D'rorah's problem, she could die of blood loss if we don't stop some of the bleeding." He paused. "This is not out of compassion. If she is to be tortured, she cannot die." Gat chuckled to himself and pulled a vial from under his robe. "I recomend this..." He said in an advertising voice. "It stops the bleeding and burns the skin. Imagine what it would feel like to have a blade going through burnt skin." Gat stopped and chuckled to himself again. He had done a lot of toture on muggles when he was younger and was very adept at it.
"Now, of the elemental masters, I know very few. Now there is, ah, the new elemental master of metal, Professor Dien Serlean. I know for a fact that he also wields the orb of metal, as he got it off me." He stopped as his hatred of the Professor grew. "The one that you kicked out side the portal, Professor Jared Spade, he is the elemental master of water." Gat racked his brain for the rest he knew. "Alessandro Darko,a student, is the elemental master of fire. The shadow warrior of fire is Wysteria Edwin, also a student. I know that Professor Mordred Kade is also one but I know not what of. As for weaknesses, take one and, the fools that they are, they will all come. Say if you pretended to capture me and held me in the forest. They would probably all come on a rescue mission." He laughed aloud maniacly.
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