Tillna
11-25-2006, 11:42 AM
Pain is a remarkable thing. It can make a man tell his most inner and darkest secrets. It can destroy a mind with only pure physical stimulation. It can also destroy memories.
Tillna sighed, her body covered with runes. When she was stationary, not letting the spirits flow through her, they remained the same. When she was active, channeling, healing, or doing things of a kind nature, a soft blue hue escaped them. When her blood rose up, or the moon passed above her, the same markings glow a dark, bloody red.
Sitting there, Tillna tried as hard as she could to remember how she received the markings. It slowly came back. She went into a trance as the memory came back.
At first she saw….humans? They yelled at her about something. There were three. One had a hammer, one an Iron poker and the other spoke in orcish at her.
“We have three questions. Answer us, and you shall not be killed or harmed.”
Tillna could not respond, she sat there, teary eyed.
“First question. We have heard rumors that the forsaken are working on a new plague. Is this true? Does Sylvanus..” He spat at her name “Know anything of it?”
“Ah ‘ave no ahdea! Leht mah go!”
At that moment, she felt a weigh hit her left cheek, sending a tusk flying form her mouth, along with a large collection of blood. She screamed out, in both dream and in her trance, at the blow.
“Second question.”
The man with the Iron poker took a step closer.”
“What is the progress of the Tauren with the cure of the Plague?”
Tillna was crying now.
“Ahh….ah dun know! Dey neva taell mah anna ting!”
At that, pain unimaginable. A scream, a blackout. The scream echoed around Tillna, as she focused to stay in her trance. The man with the heated iron had shoved it into her eye. Not only that, but when he pulled out the weapon, he drew a long burn down her left arm, all the way to her finger. A few moments later, a pail of water hit her, bringing her back to her senses. On her missing eye was a patch, a poor quality one, but a patch none the less.
“Now, final question. Are you ready to die?”
Obviously, this was about the second or third, or even second week they had been holding her. She was tired, hungry, weak and beaten. And after yesterday, she had no strength.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The human started to cast an immolate spell when, at that moment, a hand emerged from his stomach. It was clad in plate, bony fingers sticking through. It was her guild mate. A forgotten name, a forgotten person now. The man took his sword and quickly cleaved the head off the man with the hammer.
“Stop. I…I want to make the other…suffer….”
She stood up, blood dripping out of her mouth, splattering against the floor. She took a hold of the last human by the throat, and bit him. She ripped open his neck, but not in a way to kill him. She took out her knife, a skinning knife that her ally had been holding onto, and went to work.
They left, with the forsaken carrying her most of the way, leaving two dead bodies, and one…one still writhing in pain above a fire pit.
A blank out as she had passed out. Next memory..Sylvanus…apothacarium…forsaken? Not her ally..Others. They were using arcane powers, drawing runes on her, and speaking.
“This will save her? Why in the bloody blazes are we doing that?”
“Because. She is a troll, we have only tried this on humans before. It should prove interesting.”
“I still don’t get it..”
“That’s why you’re still my page!”
“I fahken hate you..’
“Mutual”
“Why do we work together?”
“You know..I have no clu- shit..she’s wakin up…”
“Fine fine..”
She is put back into a coma. She awakes, surrounded by forsaken. Her body is swelling, too much…too much energy…At that moment, both in trance and reality, she lets out a surge of thunder, blowing out lights, destroying anything metal nearby, falling down, she passes out, as in trance, as in reality.
Tillna sighed, her body covered with runes. When she was stationary, not letting the spirits flow through her, they remained the same. When she was active, channeling, healing, or doing things of a kind nature, a soft blue hue escaped them. When her blood rose up, or the moon passed above her, the same markings glow a dark, bloody red.
Sitting there, Tillna tried as hard as she could to remember how she received the markings. It slowly came back. She went into a trance as the memory came back.
At first she saw….humans? They yelled at her about something. There were three. One had a hammer, one an Iron poker and the other spoke in orcish at her.
“We have three questions. Answer us, and you shall not be killed or harmed.”
Tillna could not respond, she sat there, teary eyed.
“First question. We have heard rumors that the forsaken are working on a new plague. Is this true? Does Sylvanus..” He spat at her name “Know anything of it?”
“Ah ‘ave no ahdea! Leht mah go!”
At that moment, she felt a weigh hit her left cheek, sending a tusk flying form her mouth, along with a large collection of blood. She screamed out, in both dream and in her trance, at the blow.
“Second question.”
The man with the Iron poker took a step closer.”
“What is the progress of the Tauren with the cure of the Plague?”
Tillna was crying now.
“Ahh….ah dun know! Dey neva taell mah anna ting!”
At that, pain unimaginable. A scream, a blackout. The scream echoed around Tillna, as she focused to stay in her trance. The man with the heated iron had shoved it into her eye. Not only that, but when he pulled out the weapon, he drew a long burn down her left arm, all the way to her finger. A few moments later, a pail of water hit her, bringing her back to her senses. On her missing eye was a patch, a poor quality one, but a patch none the less.
“Now, final question. Are you ready to die?”
Obviously, this was about the second or third, or even second week they had been holding her. She was tired, hungry, weak and beaten. And after yesterday, she had no strength.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The human started to cast an immolate spell when, at that moment, a hand emerged from his stomach. It was clad in plate, bony fingers sticking through. It was her guild mate. A forgotten name, a forgotten person now. The man took his sword and quickly cleaved the head off the man with the hammer.
“Stop. I…I want to make the other…suffer….”
She stood up, blood dripping out of her mouth, splattering against the floor. She took a hold of the last human by the throat, and bit him. She ripped open his neck, but not in a way to kill him. She took out her knife, a skinning knife that her ally had been holding onto, and went to work.
They left, with the forsaken carrying her most of the way, leaving two dead bodies, and one…one still writhing in pain above a fire pit.
A blank out as she had passed out. Next memory..Sylvanus…apothacarium…forsaken? Not her ally..Others. They were using arcane powers, drawing runes on her, and speaking.
“This will save her? Why in the bloody blazes are we doing that?”
“Because. She is a troll, we have only tried this on humans before. It should prove interesting.”
“I still don’t get it..”
“That’s why you’re still my page!”
“I fahken hate you..’
“Mutual”
“Why do we work together?”
“You know..I have no clu- shit..she’s wakin up…”
“Fine fine..”
She is put back into a coma. She awakes, surrounded by forsaken. Her body is swelling, too much…too much energy…At that moment, both in trance and reality, she lets out a surge of thunder, blowing out lights, destroying anything metal nearby, falling down, she passes out, as in trance, as in reality.