The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

[Magi_monk]

A hooded figure stumbled as a large, calloused hand shoved her roughly upon the shoulder, muttering curses in foreign language beneath his breath while the woman remained stoically silent. Stretching out her hands, the woman rebalanced herself but not before she had revealed the shackles about her wrists, runic markings glowing against the metal. Two soldiers flanked the slender figure who continued trudging across what had once been a battlefield, and which now was littered by bodies and the wounded, winding their way toward a rather substantial camp marked by torches flickering in the fading light.

A long, heavy cloak swamped the female, concealing much of the clothing beneath and the overly large hood fell so far forward that the only feature visible was the slight glow of two pale green eyes. She was not the sole captive, though she was at the front and separated from the remaining prisoners. Magic, though common in many of the lands out with this one, was mistrusted when wielded by her people. Who knew what she was capable of.

As they entered the camp the soldiers parted to allow the sorceress and her guards through, while the remaining prisoners were escorted elsewhere. Whispers carried about her while jeers and insults were sent in her direction as they wound their way between the tents only to come to a pause before a particularly large one.

"Sir, we have the witch."

((Shall go into more detail regarding appearance in next post but feel free to use pic as reference if you de-hood her.))

 

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The battle had gone well, at least in the opinion of their leader. The battle had been fairly even in the beginning, but when he came past it soon balanced over. His troops had known the others had a witch, or maybe even several, and had prepared accordingly, but they hadn't known he was a battlemage, one who was skilled in both the arts of combat and magic. When he entered the battlefield the tides had soon changed, as the wards the mage(s) got up at the last moment didn't help much. They had won the battle with only minor losses, and when he heard the sorceress of the enemy had been taken captive, he had said they had to bring her to him.

As he heard the noises coming from outside he knew the captives had been brought into camp, and listening to the yelling, the sorceress was on her way, being brought to him. He stood up and tidied his clothes. They were robes that could fit a king, in more ways then one, as they really stuck out. No, he wasn't fat, he just wore armour under them. His blond hair was tidy, as he had cleaned himself up after the battle, probably smelling the best around the camp. His eyes stood out, one being red, the other blue. There were a lot of men who feared him, but the soldiers here knew that he was just a man like all others, fairly kind even, though you wouldn't want to get him mad at you.

"Come in." He said, and waited for the men to bring her in. Once they did he smiled, even though she was a captive she still held herself with the pride of a royal woman. As she stood before him he walked to her, and stood infront of her. "Take that hood off her, I want to see what she looks like." He said. His voice revealed power, in all ways. He was one born to lead, to dominate.

 

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Mirelle's fingers curled against her palms as two heavy hands fell upon her shoulders, gripping the thick fabric that swamped her body in order to make sure she remained compliant. She was then pushed inside, past the half open tent flaps and into about the middle of the spacious living space. There was little she was able to see beneath the large hood, but for a portion of the floor until her captor's feet came into view before he instructed something. Her grasp of their enemy's language was crude but sufficient to provide at least a little understanding. He wished to look upon his captive's face.

One of the soldiers reached up for the hood cautiously, perhaps overly wary of the young woman concealed beneath it. Though for now her chains held her magic at bay, she had despatched a number of soldiers before her subsequent capture. Being taken alive by the enemy was a shameful thing, better to die on the battle field than become a captive. With a swift tug, the dark fabric was drawn back and off the sorceress's head to reveal a young face beneath. Amaranthine hair tumbled free, spilling about her shoulders as twin light green eyes swept upward to stare the man in front of her full in the face.

The soldier to her right seemed to take this as some insult upon the leader and struck roughly at the back of Mirelle's leg, felling the woman to her knees with a gasp.

 

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The man smiled when he saw the girls face. He wondered if it was the one she was born with, as one could make their real face hidden, or, as he had done sometimes, commit permanent surgery on his face. He had changed some minor things, had even once decided to change his eyes to be the same colour, but decided against the last thing, as it wouldn't be him anymore without his eyes. It wasn't like he wasn't looking good before hand, but now he was just straight out handsome, better looking then most.

He rolled his eyes at the cautiousness the man used to unhood the witch. She couldn't do anything like that, and if she could have, she would have done it much earlier. When he finally looked the girl in the eyes his eyes got caught in hers for a second. They both had to say something, his own eyes said something like "I'm stronger then you and you know it, and you're mine now", while hers screamed "Fuck you!" Or something among those lines. Then, the eyes disappeared from his view as the girl got knocked down. As she was down on her knees infront of him, where it would be hard to stand up with her hands bound like this, he smiled. "Men, go outside and make sure noone else comes in here, Me and the captive will have a little chat."

"Stand up" He told the woman, who would probably be able to understand, or would do it on her own. After she did he lay a hand on her chin and spoke some words in an ancient language, one she would know, as this was the one where the spells were spoken in, if they needed verbal adding. It would link the two, so they would both hear the others words in their mother language. "There, now we can at least understand the other." He said. "What is your name, witch?"

 

[Magi_monk]

Turning her head just slightly, the shackled witch glanced back at the two soldiers as they took their leave, uttering several snarled words beneath her breath. The runes upon her shackles suddenly glowed all the brighter, and Mirelle grimaced beneath the discomfort of her magic rebounding back onto her. Both soldiers did leave the tent rather rapidly, however, leaving the two of them alone. Order or not, the young woman struggled to her feet and stepped back, wishing to distance herself from the man before her.

As a hand extended to catch hold of her chin, Mirelle's eyes narrowed dangerously and she attempted to jerk herself free of his grasp though not before the incantation took affect. "Don't touch me." She growled instinctively, taking another step back as her wrists strained against the shackles that surrounded them. Had the situation not been so dire perhaps she would have threatened him, informed him that only his death awaited him. But she knew that was almost certainly not true, all that stood between the enemy and the destruction of her homeland were the tall walls of Highdell and the soldiers within.

As for her name, Mirelle had no intention of giving it. Instead her lips pressed firmly together and pale green eyes stared up at the battlemage before her defiantly.

 

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The man smiled as, though the magic was restricted, the show that she was up for using it on them made the man nearly run away. He then looked back at the woman, for now listening to her wish of not being touch, though that wouldn't last long if it continued like this. He crossed his arms to listen to what she had to say, but when nothing came for a minute of the two of them just holding a battle of who could glare at the other the longest, he suddenly lashed out with his hand, luckily for her not in gauntlets any longer. It hit the side of her face, making it snap to the side, and a bright red mark appeared, which later could quite possibly become a bruise.

"I asked you something." He said, his voice less gentle, more cold and threatening. "If I ask you something, I expect, and will get, an answer. You can either choose to give it to me willingly, I can torture it out of you, or I will use my magic to rip your mind to shreds to search for the answers there. That isn't a pleasant experience, at least so I've heard. It's been ages since someone survived such a treatment."

 

[Magi_monk]

The girl's head snapped to one side, the blow sharp enough to bring tears to her eyes though she swiftly blinked them back as she drew in a steadying breath. Small hands remained balled into tight fists as she straightened and turned her gaze back to the man in front of her, her pale cheek marked by a red hand print. "I do not fear you, but I shall tell you my name so that you know who will kill you if you lay a hand on me again." Despite her dire situation, the young sorceress seemed surprisingly bold as her shorter stature was easily shadowed by that of her captor.

She pulled against her shackles once again, testing their strength for what had to be the tenth time in such a short period. If only her hands were free, if only she could use magic. Then she would show him, she would burn this whole camp to the ground! "Mirelle."

 

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The man raised his eyebrows at her statement. Even if she ever managed to free herself from her bindings, he doubted she would be capable of killing him. It wasn't only his considerable magical and physical strength that disproved that, but also because most of his armor had runes that would nullify most magical attack made against him. The only thing he would have to do was walk towards her while his armour absorbed the spells she threw at him, then chop her head off with a blade.

"Very well, Mirelle. If you ever get the chance to show me you're capable of doing something like that, I'd be happy to have known who I should haunt from the afterlife." He said, before he placed a hand on her back and pushed her forward to another room further back, where a map lay in the middle of the table. "Sit down." He ordered her, and if she didn't do it herself, would force her down. "Now, tell me, does your country have any other tricks up it's sleeve to stop us? Or would it be willing to surrender?"

 

[Magi_monk]

If there was any humour in what he had said, Mirelle certainly didn't find it amusing. Her jaw clenched uncomfortably, jerking away his hand fell to rest upon her back but there was little chance of escape and all she would succeed in doing is granting herself another slap. Hands still balled into tight fists, she allowed herself to be guided further into the tent, glancing only briefly at the open tent flaps. She slumped down onto the stool as hand pushed down upon her shoulder, eyes washing over the map laid out in front of her. Her land, her home.

Lifting her hands, Mirelle awkwardly traced her fingertips over familiar landmarks before her his question drew a snarl from her lips. She snatched back her hands and glared up at him, "No one has broken the walls of Highdell, and you shant either. Nor am I going to help you!"

 

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The man wouldn't slap her if she tried to escape, no, he would do way worse to her. He looked down at her when she looked at the map. He knew the landmarks, on most of them there was a tiny flag which held his legions banner, white with a black dragon's head on it. Some of them the people of her country had tried to hold, others were just strategically valuable points, others were just captured to take away the moral of the enemies' troops.

He looked at her at what she said, before smiling slightly. He leaned down over her until his face was just inches from hers and said "I've done many things most people thought that couldn't be done, and I won't need to break the walls to win." He moved his hands to the girls chin. "I can just get one of your soldiers, as, believe me, not all of them are loyal given the choice between helping us or death, to come running towards the cities walls in terror, especially if it's someone a lot of people know, and let him beg to get in. He, or she,'ll tell them some false information, and then, at night, will open the gates for us." While he was talking his hands had slid down her chin and circled over her neck. "If we would get one particular mage to do that, and believe me, you will submit to me," He said, suddenly becoming less vague "It would only help more."

 

[Magi_monk]

Mirelle straightened, muscles tensing as he leant toward her, pale eyes staring back into his own as he began to speak. Her jaw clenched as his fingers closed upon her chin again, speaking his plan of deceit and betrayal. "No soldier would ever betray his country..." The words sounded strangled, uncertain. Every man had his breaking point, was it so hard to believe that one would break. Yet surely, surely they would not betray their own people. She shuffled back as his fingers curled about her neck, swallowing uncomfortably.

Rage boiled within the girl's stomach and without thinking she uttered a swift succession of incantations, only to double over in pain as once again her own magic rebounded against her. "Never...never as long as I breathe.." She growled, gasping in discomfort.

 

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The man smiled when the woman doubled over. He placed his elbow on her back, and leaned his head on his hand, as he said "But you aren't a soldier, are you? You are a sorceress. I doubt that your own people trust you completely. Magic is feared most often, and I don't think you have quite the personality to make them trust you." the elbow in her spine would be quite uncomfortable for her, he knew. "I wonder," He said, playing on a completely different part of her body now, suddenly shifting from putting his elbow on her spine, to letting his hands massage her shoulders. "If any of them ever let you get close, get intimate." His voice was not as cold as it had been before, now being warm, promising. He had doubts that this would work, but if it would, why wouldn't he try it.

 

[Magi_monk]

She grimaced as the elbow dug into her back, struggling to try and right herself as he applied pressure and continued on. "My King...knows my allegiance." Mirelle continued to squirmed, attempting to dislodge the pressure against her back to little avail. Then, suddenly hands shifted to rest on her shoulders, working at the taunt muscles. His words, like poisonous snakes, worked their way into her mind.

Contrary to what he might think, she had been well liked amongst those that knew her well. She had friends, family, colleagues...all back home. Mirelle twisted sharply trying to pull herself free of his hands and stumble to her feet. "I told you not to touch me..."

 

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"Oh? does he? And how much would it take for him to start to doubt it? Even I have had that trouble once or twice." He said. His words might not do it themselves, but like the poisonous snakes she compared them to, they would spout a poison in her mind that would weaken her, bit by bit. When she talked again he smiled, moving his hands infront of her, to her breasts, as he said "You won't command me to do anything. There's nothing you can do to stop me. If you want something from me, you beg for it."

He kept his hands where they were, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her shirt, as he then said, thinking out loud, to give her some hope "Maybe I'll even give you the chance to earn your freedom one of these days, if you do what you're told."

 

[Magi_monk]

Her wrists may have been bound, but she still had the movement of her arms and she swiftly put them to use trying to fend the man off. Suddenly the young woman pushed herself up to her feet, using her slight weight to barge into the man that held her captive. Whether or not that worked, Mirelle wrenches herself away from the table displaying the map and in her haste knocks down the stool she was once sitting on. Now with some distance between herself and him, holding out both shackled arms, palms extended toward him as she backs up further, casting about for a weapon. Something, anything, to fend him off.

In her hurry, the cloak had slipped free of her shoulders and crumpled onto the floor.

 

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RE: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Avandris]

The man stumbled back when she barged into him, mostly out of surprise. He had to give, she was pretty stubborn, and wouldn't learn when she had lost. Not that that was good. When they stood opposite of each other, clear who the one that would win it if it came to a fight was, as she was a mage whose magical powers had been restricted, and she was in the camp of the enemy. "Come on, Mirelle." He said, "If you stop this fighting now, I won't hurt you. There's nothing you can do to stop me, whether you like it or not. Even if you could, it would be smarter to act like you give in."

 

[Magi_monk]

"I won't give in to you, I shall never surrender. With my last breath I'll fight you!" She hissed, still gradually backing away from him as she continued to search her surroundings for anything she could use as a weapon. Even as she was doing this she knew that there was no escape. Even if she escaped this tent, there was an entire tent of soldiers to stop her. Nevertheless, she wouldn't give up, she wouldn't surrender. That was a cowards way out and if she was anything, she was not a coward.

 

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The man walked closer to her calmly as he said, "I give you one chance to surrender, from then on the chance for that is completely gone, and you will rue not having given in. You get ten seconds." He started to count down from ten, with small movements of his fingers levitating away everything she might be able to use as a weapon. She wouldn't be able to grab a weapon, or she'd have to lunge at one, which left her side completely open. He wasn't stupid, he knew what to do in these kinds of situations, to be fair, he had even been on the receiving end of them once or twice.

 

[Magi_monk]

"May your god turn his face from you!" Mirelle hissed, adjusting her footing carefully as he approached. Fighting with hands bound would be difficult but she was certainly willing to give it a shot, she was that desperate. Surrender was a weakness, a sin against your people, a shame that no one should bring upon themselves. Her eyes alighted upon a dagger nearby, small enough for her to wield with wrists bound, she was willing to give it a shot. Suddenly, the girl lunged forward, hands outstretched for the weapon. Se would plunge it straight into his cold, shrivelled heart!

 

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When he had counted down she was lunging for the dagger. He instantly stretched his hand out. "Fus Ro Dah!" He shouted, his words channelling power to his hand, making a force wave fly through the air, hit her, and throw her through the air, which was, unluckily for her, strong enough to withstand her body. She sank to the ground while he walked over to her and placed his boot into her stomach. "That was a very stupid thing to do." He said, before placing it sideways on her neck, cutting off her air supply. A couple minutes later, when she would have passed out from lack of oxygen, but hadn't died yet, he stopped.

She'd wake up in a cave, lit by mage's lights. Her ankles and wrists were bound in a contraption where each component could move apart from the others, which meant she would be able to get forced in very uncomfortable positions. She had her clothes still on, but not for long, quite probably. The man stood infront of her, with a smile, and said "Don't say I didn't warn you."

 

[Magi_monk]

Her fingers curled about the dagger and for a brief moment she thought perhaps she'd succeed, perhaps she'd survive. Then all the air left her lungs and she hurtled through the air, hitting the ground so hard that she lost her grip upon the dagger groaning in agony as she doubled up. A boot pressed to her stomach, pushing her onto her stomach as she stared up at him, gritting her teeth in discomfort. As the heel of his boot dug into her neck, Mirelle's legs thrashed against the ground, fingers clawing at the leather as she struggled for air. Her vision began to darken, the world began to lose focus and then all went black.

A weak groan escaped the young witch as the pressure of hanging from her arms, her brow furrowed and eyelids fluttered as she woke. Suddenly her body tensed, eyes snapping open and head jerking up to find her captor standing right in front of her. Her wrists ached as did her ribs, no doubt bruised from the contact she had made with the floor. A faint smirk crept across her lips but it didn't last long, for the first time there was but a flicker of fear within the girl's eyes.

 

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The man smiled when he saw her coming too, hanging by her arms. His boots, which had had nail marks on them, replaced, now housing iron tips, which meant he could kick hard, would he have to. He had wondered how she had thought to defeat him with a dagger, which would be one of the first questions he'd ask her. But there were a few other questions he wanted to ask her first.

"Good evening, Mirelle." He said, the smile on his lips not forced, and capable of staying there. "Slept well?" He looked at her, then chuckled. "Honestly, what did you think to win by attacking me? There was absolutely no way you could win from me, not with your arms bound and without your magic. Even with your magic I doubted you would even have been able to beat me. You know, If you tell me some things I'd like to know, I could give you the chance to fight me, and I'd let you go if you would be able to beat me."

 

[Magi_monk]

Mirelle grimaced, stretching out her toes in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure upon her shoulders and the metal cutting into her wrists. "Your death or mine." The words were strained, as the young woman squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to clear the dull thudding in her head. "You will get nothing from me...I won't help you destroy my home.." She twisted slightly, hands creeping up to grasp the chains attached to the shackles about her wrist.

An idea sparked within her mind, her shackles had been changed, perhaps these were not as restrictive as the others had been. Summoning what strength she had, Mirelle uttered the quietest of whispers, eyes opening swiftly to fix upon the cave wall behind her captor. If her magic was free to work, a vine-like tendril would erupt from the wall and encircle itself about his neck tightly before dragging him backward. If not, well her magic would rebound upon her.

 

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"Please, I wouldn't have gone through the trouble to let my men take you alive to just kill you when you tried to fight me." The man said. When she tried to grasp the chains they only pulled tighter on her body, straining it. "How can you be so sure of that? You know enough about magic that you should know you can use it in many ways, some used for fighting, some for torture, some for completely different things." The man said, and was prepared to use some on her.

Then suddenly he felt a vine around his neck, but so did she. It was stil in effect, but less strong, so that everything she'd do would partly go where she wanted, and partly not. Unluckily for her with her it would immediately close her neck up nearly completely, as her body couldn't move backwards, leaving her only capable of breathing light breaths and speaking with pain. He himself had been dragged a few feet backwards before he had grabbed the vine, his hands immediately scorching it, letting it retract back into the wall. He walked back over to her, the vine still around her neck, painfully, and said "If you don't want to pass out again, beg me to stop it. If you don't, you'll wake up somewhere way worse then before."

 

[Magi_monk]

Eyes widened in horror as she felt the vine encircle her neck and pull taunt, mirroring the one that curled about her captor's, a pained strangled gasp escaped her as her oxygen was nearly entirely cut off. She did not have the strength to maintain the enchantment, nor did she wish to as her neck began to bruise. As fire consumed the vine about her captor's neck, Mirelle began to panic. The lack of oxygen caused her lungs to strain desperately to draw in air which only made her more and more breathless. "Go...to..." Her fingers twitched, vision slowly beginning to darken.