The Sacrifice - A medieval fantasy RP

[Frundette]

The wizard did not stop, but twisted his fingers harder and the vines contracted, clamping even tighter to the chair.

"Urir!" Dulirn called and the man-ish creature appeared from the kitchen a few moments later. Apparently, this routine was all too familiar for him, for he carried a heavy set of shackles.

"Our guest prefers no dinner. Please take her to her quarters." Urir hurried to do the wizard's bidding and approached Marlo with the shackles, again not meeting her eyes as if burdened by guilt for aiding the mad wizard and reached for her right wrist.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Marlo's screams were cut off abruptly when a vine wrapped itself rather tightly around her chest, restricting her breathing to shallow gasps. She struggled in silence against the vines binding her until she had to pause and rest when her heart rate exceeded the amount of oxygen her compressed chest could offer. Her wrists and ankes became sore, and then numb as the vines tightened further but still she fought to free herself, her movements becoming more and more paniced as Urir appeared with the shackes. No, noo this can't be happening! The voice wailed inside her head. Why me? Why now? "Don't... touch me..." She pleaded to Urir, staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

 

[Frundette]

He hesitated just slightly at her plea, then snapped the heavy manacle over her right wrist and locked it. Once it was secure, Dulirn released the vines around her right arm, so that Urir could pull the shackled wrist closer to the left one, leaving only a few inches of chain between her hands.

But though Urir snapped the shackle over her left wrist, he did not actually lock it. Whether it was purposeful or purely an accident, Dulirn seemed not to notice. Still not meeting her eyes, Urir grabbed the short chain between the manacles with a wrinkled hand as the rest of the vines let loose.

"Come with me," he said, seeming dour as always.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Marlo's hands tightened into fists when Urir moved them, but she didn't attempt to pull them away. The metal shackles were much stronger then vines, she reasoned, so jerking against them would only cause unnecessary pain and discomfort while getting her nowhere. Instead she kept her eyes lowered, away from Urir and Dulirn and on her hands instead. While doing this she noticed that as Urir coupled the shackle around her left wrist, he neglected to lock it as he had the right side. She looked up at his face, shielded from Dulirn's prying eyes by his wide brimmed hat, but gave no indication that she had noticed the slip up. Though she suspected it had been on purpose, she wasn't about to take a chance that it was accidental and by letting him know, cause him to lock it.

When he asked, she stood slowly, casting a wistful glance at her bow lying on the floor where she had dropped it. The arrows were still strapped to her back, but they weren't much good without a method of shooting them. She cringed as the chains rattled and the cold metal moved around her skin, it was a terrible feeling to be chained up... like an animal.

 

[Frundette]

"To her quarters, Urir!" Dulirn said coldly, then sat back down at the table, as if he would finish the meal without her.

Urir tugged on the chain, intending to lead the shackled woman back toward the main entry, then up the large staircase.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Marlo squared her shoulders and left the room with Urir, not looking back once at Dulirn. Her heartbeat was still faster then normal, which she credited to having been grabbed by a chair. At least she wasn't dead... yet. And now she had at least a slight chance of getting out with the shackles only half locked. As they walked up the staircase she paid careful attention to where they were going in case she needed to come back the same way she came in. With Dulirns... ability, she didn't get her hopes up about getting out at all, but it was worth a shot.

 

[Frundette]

Urir kept a firm grasp on the chain and his eyes straight ahead as he escorted Marlo up the stairs, turning to the right where the staircase split at the landing. The stairs led to a dimly lit hallway with three doors on either side. "He'll kill you, girl," he said suddenly as he walked down the hallway past the first set of doors, keeping his voice so low he was hardly audible. "Kill you unless you can kill him first. But careful, careful. He's got magic to see you when he wants."

Urir only felt somewhat safe talking because Dulirn was, at least as of a few moments ago, eating dinner and not at his scrying basin.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Marlo jerked to a stop, her feet rooted to the floor at his words. The painful snap of the shackles around her wrists went almost unnoticed. Never had it come to her mind to kill Dulirn, escape, yes. But not kill, how was she supposed to kill the wizard? "What?" She hissed, hardly having the mind to keep her voice low like he did. "Kill him? How?"

 

[Frundette]

"Don't stop here, girl!" Urir said quietly, tugging roughly on the chain attached to the shackles in an attempt to hurry her along, fearful of attracting Dulirn's attention. "In here," he said, pulling her toward the third door on the left.

It led to a simple, sparsely furnished, but surprisingly clean and welcoming bed chamber.

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"Hurry, girl," he urged her into the room. "Dulirn will give you over to his pet fire demon, at midnight." Urir said, deciding on a direct approach due to lack of time. "I'll come back later," he said, closing the door behind him as he left, locking it behind him. He couldn't have the woman escaping just yet. He needed her to kill the wizard first...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

After Urir left, Marlo was left standing alone in the room, completely dumbfounded with her jaw nearly brushing the floor. Pet fire demons? Wizards? Magic castles? She sank down onto the bed with a shudder and burried her face in her hands. It was all too much for her brain to handle in a few hours, only twelve hours ago she had woken up against a tree and thought her biggest problem would be finding a meal before the next morning. How trivial it sounded now. She was still just as hungry, the rabbit had gone uneaten, along with the dinner Dulirn had provided. For a second she almost wished she had eaten after sending him into a rage, maybe her stomach wouldn't feel so cramped. At that point, after carefully holding them back, Marlo felt warm, wet tears slip from underneath her closed eyelids and into her hands. She couldn't help it anymore, and they came faster and faster without any warning until she was weeping solidly, hunched over on the end of the bed.