Vilmah
10-16-2006, 09:07 AM
It all began so innocently.
She and Nojinbu met in the afternoon, outside of Orgrimmar. He didn't speak much, so she took it as her cue to leave it be. He looked both nervous and cheerful at the same time, as they walked through Durotar. It wasn't exactly an ideal day off.. they were contantly pestered by incects and various wild animals, but when they finally came back to the city gates, Vilmah was sure that it was an afternoon well spent. It was getting dark, now.. and they were about to spend their first night together.
As they walked through the streets, she felt time move quicker. It felt as if it took only a second before they could see the inn come into view. Nojinbu held his head up high in confidence, but Vilmah spotted his adam's apple moving down as he swallowed hard. She surpressed a giggle of anxiety. This would be harder than she thought.
The diminuative orc opened her mouth to say something reassuring, but all that came out was a terrified gasp as she felt searing heat erupt against her wrists.
Nojinbu quickly turned to see Vilmah being held by dire, and dragged backwards. He took a moment to process the sight, before running to the elemental at full speed with his daggars drawn, yelling in Trollish. The elemental did not hesitate to hurl a ball of fire at Nojinbu, which swept him into a wall and knocked him unconscious. Vilmah scramed as the elemental's hands scorched her skin, and did not release it's grip as she was drawn into a portal that lead to a firey hell.
All about here, there was flame. The searing heat made Vilmah choke on smoke, and she willed herself awake to try and escape. It was no use. The portal closed, and she felt herself be dragged allong by the fire elemental. In the distance, she saw infernals and other demons. Various creatures looked at her with contempt and laughed at her pain. The burning was torture, but they were not done. Not by a long shot.
The elemental strapped her to a rock. Her shackles made of metal, they branded her skin upon contact and she cried out in agony. Words failed her, but soon the feeling in her wrists and ankles were numbing. The nerves in her skin were damaged, but the blisters around them were not. Tears ran in torrents down her face as she hung from the stone, waiting for some sort of explanation. None came. Rather, a flame in the shape of a humanoid approached her from every side and began ritualistic torture. It started with their hands dragging allong her body. They heated her armor, and her screams echoed throughout the caverns. Before long, she was covered in deep red burn scars. She could feel her blood overheating. The metal on her guantlets became malleable, and her hair burned to the roots. Throughout this innitial phase, she could not understand the words that the elementals spoke, except for two: "Purify her."
The elementals gave her some moments to rest, before they continued with a second phase. She watched with horror as several of them hauled a cauldron full of clear molten liquid above her. Then, with the nod of approval from the largest, they allowed the contents to drip slowly down her back. "Glass!!" she thought in a panic. "Melted glass!"
Her captors ignored her pleas. Vilmah's sobbing did not bring them to mercy, and they continued with their work. They wouldn't allow her to become unconscious.
"Just kill me.." she said softly as one approached her face.
She could have sworn she saw it smile before putting his palm against her face, searing through the skin, burning through her lips, charring her flesh.. but keeping her alive.
It continued.
---------------------------------
She didn't know why they wouldn't let her die. Vilmah hung on to life for hours, through her torture. It had gotten to another phase, where they unshackled her, and dropped her on the floor. The heat radiating from the ground caused her feet agony, and even in her exhaustion she tried to move constantly to keep from feeling the pain. After too long, however.. she gave up. Lying on her side, she allowed the ground to char her already blackened skin, the pain a dull numbing burning on every inch of her body. It was then that she saw something out of the corner of her eye that looked out of place.
A.. face? She thought.
In one of the numerous pyres, she saw a face. A troll's. It looked familliar, and it took some time before she realized who's it was.
Niethan...?
The fire elementals watched him. He looked worried. Vilmah wondered if, perhaps, they were planning something. She gathered her strength, and tried to stand. Every move was painful. Every step caused her anguish, but she ignored the curious onlookers as she dove for the face, and felt blissful cold on the hand that entered the fire. The elementals grabbed on her legs, and she screamed.
Finally, she felt someone. Someone.. furry? It didn't matter, at this point, She held on for dear life, fighting the elementals on one end while trying to keep hold of whoever had her on the other side. His strength proved formidable. Another set of hands grabbed her arm. She felt herself be drawn from the flaming pits, and saw with relief Ulroci and Niethan tugging on her arms.
The world seemed to spin as she was involved in this tug of war. The voices began invading her mind. Even as she hit the cold stone floor of the tavern, and as reassuring voices surrounded her, she heard them taunting in her mind. Vilmah could not stop screaming, or crying. Her pain was immeasurable. Even as calamaty filled the tavern, she was numb to it all. Trapped in her broken body, she couldn't pay attention. All she could do was mumble incoherently, and then finally, fall asleep.
She and Nojinbu met in the afternoon, outside of Orgrimmar. He didn't speak much, so she took it as her cue to leave it be. He looked both nervous and cheerful at the same time, as they walked through Durotar. It wasn't exactly an ideal day off.. they were contantly pestered by incects and various wild animals, but when they finally came back to the city gates, Vilmah was sure that it was an afternoon well spent. It was getting dark, now.. and they were about to spend their first night together.
As they walked through the streets, she felt time move quicker. It felt as if it took only a second before they could see the inn come into view. Nojinbu held his head up high in confidence, but Vilmah spotted his adam's apple moving down as he swallowed hard. She surpressed a giggle of anxiety. This would be harder than she thought.
The diminuative orc opened her mouth to say something reassuring, but all that came out was a terrified gasp as she felt searing heat erupt against her wrists.
Nojinbu quickly turned to see Vilmah being held by dire, and dragged backwards. He took a moment to process the sight, before running to the elemental at full speed with his daggars drawn, yelling in Trollish. The elemental did not hesitate to hurl a ball of fire at Nojinbu, which swept him into a wall and knocked him unconscious. Vilmah scramed as the elemental's hands scorched her skin, and did not release it's grip as she was drawn into a portal that lead to a firey hell.
All about here, there was flame. The searing heat made Vilmah choke on smoke, and she willed herself awake to try and escape. It was no use. The portal closed, and she felt herself be dragged allong by the fire elemental. In the distance, she saw infernals and other demons. Various creatures looked at her with contempt and laughed at her pain. The burning was torture, but they were not done. Not by a long shot.
The elemental strapped her to a rock. Her shackles made of metal, they branded her skin upon contact and she cried out in agony. Words failed her, but soon the feeling in her wrists and ankles were numbing. The nerves in her skin were damaged, but the blisters around them were not. Tears ran in torrents down her face as she hung from the stone, waiting for some sort of explanation. None came. Rather, a flame in the shape of a humanoid approached her from every side and began ritualistic torture. It started with their hands dragging allong her body. They heated her armor, and her screams echoed throughout the caverns. Before long, she was covered in deep red burn scars. She could feel her blood overheating. The metal on her guantlets became malleable, and her hair burned to the roots. Throughout this innitial phase, she could not understand the words that the elementals spoke, except for two: "Purify her."
The elementals gave her some moments to rest, before they continued with a second phase. She watched with horror as several of them hauled a cauldron full of clear molten liquid above her. Then, with the nod of approval from the largest, they allowed the contents to drip slowly down her back. "Glass!!" she thought in a panic. "Melted glass!"
Her captors ignored her pleas. Vilmah's sobbing did not bring them to mercy, and they continued with their work. They wouldn't allow her to become unconscious.
"Just kill me.." she said softly as one approached her face.
She could have sworn she saw it smile before putting his palm against her face, searing through the skin, burning through her lips, charring her flesh.. but keeping her alive.
It continued.
---------------------------------
She didn't know why they wouldn't let her die. Vilmah hung on to life for hours, through her torture. It had gotten to another phase, where they unshackled her, and dropped her on the floor. The heat radiating from the ground caused her feet agony, and even in her exhaustion she tried to move constantly to keep from feeling the pain. After too long, however.. she gave up. Lying on her side, she allowed the ground to char her already blackened skin, the pain a dull numbing burning on every inch of her body. It was then that she saw something out of the corner of her eye that looked out of place.
A.. face? She thought.
In one of the numerous pyres, she saw a face. A troll's. It looked familliar, and it took some time before she realized who's it was.
Niethan...?
The fire elementals watched him. He looked worried. Vilmah wondered if, perhaps, they were planning something. She gathered her strength, and tried to stand. Every move was painful. Every step caused her anguish, but she ignored the curious onlookers as she dove for the face, and felt blissful cold on the hand that entered the fire. The elementals grabbed on her legs, and she screamed.
Finally, she felt someone. Someone.. furry? It didn't matter, at this point, She held on for dear life, fighting the elementals on one end while trying to keep hold of whoever had her on the other side. His strength proved formidable. Another set of hands grabbed her arm. She felt herself be drawn from the flaming pits, and saw with relief Ulroci and Niethan tugging on her arms.
The world seemed to spin as she was involved in this tug of war. The voices began invading her mind. Even as she hit the cold stone floor of the tavern, and as reassuring voices surrounded her, she heard them taunting in her mind. Vilmah could not stop screaming, or crying. Her pain was immeasurable. Even as calamaty filled the tavern, she was numb to it all. Trapped in her broken body, she couldn't pay attention. All she could do was mumble incoherently, and then finally, fall asleep.