The Sacrifice - A medieval fantasy RP

[Frundette]

As the glass shattered down around the wizard, a shriek sounded from Urir and his slow movements toward the window turned into a sprint, for if the girl escaped, life would become extremely unpleasant for him if he bore the brunt of the wizard's rage. Ever since Dulirn had started summoning the fire demon, he had become more... obsessed.

In contrast to Urir's fear, Dulirn didn't even seem to notice the glass falling on him and his laugh grew louder, entertained by the woman's attempt to run. He threw his hand forward, twirling his fingers in a semi-circle and back into a fist, as if he was grasping something invisible. The wooden shutters seemed to slam themselves shut, darkening the area, but still leaving enough light filtering through the cracks for each to see the other actors in the room.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Marlo skidded to a halt, throwing her hands out in front of her when it became apparent that she wouldn't be able to stop in time. A pang of pain shot through her wrists as she collided with the shudders, rattling the rusty hinges which held them in place. She whipped around and pressed her back up against the wall to keep both Urir and Dulirn in her line of sight. "Stay away from me!" She nearly shouted, her voice loud and desperate. "Let me go!"

 

[Frundette]

The brim of Urir's hat brushed Marlo's hands as he barely stopped before colliding straight into her.

"Listen to her, Urir," the mad wizard said, his lips still turned up in a wicked smile. "Entering without so much as a knock, then refusing our very generous hospitality, only to expect she can leave at the drop of a ... rabbit." He chuckled at his own joke.

"Urir! Prepare dinner for myself and our ... guest." Urir seemed only too glad to be excused from the room and darted back to the door, scooting past Dulirn and disappearing from site.

"Would you care for a room to wash up before the meal?" the wizard asked the girl, cordially, as if the past few moments had never happened. And as she weren't pressed back against the wall, fearing for her very life.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Marlo shook her head numbly at Dulirn's question, she couldn't summon the words to say 'no' anymore. Her throat felt dry and parched and her heart and breathing rate suggested that she had been running for many miles instead of the few feet across the room. He was crazy, she had come to that conclusion already. Crazy and delusional... a complete physco.

 

[Frundette]

"Very well, then," Dulirn said. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I'll come find you when it's time to dine. It won't be long." The wizard retreated from the dingy sitting room, pulling the door closed behind him. A moment later a soft clatter, followed by a 'click' indicated the door had been locked with a key, leaving Marlo alone in the dim room.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

The moment Marlo heart the faint 'click' sound, she relaxed her shoulders and slumped back against the wall with a miserable groan, letting go of the lungfull of air she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. After a few minutes of brooding she lifted her head and drew in a shaky breath, maybe there was another way to get out.

She turned around to the shudders which had closed behind her and attempted to pry them open with her fingers until they were raw and bloody. After several attempts, each growing more desperate and and paniced she grabbed the rabbit and hucked it across the room towards the door, feeling a small feeling of satisfaction when it left a bloody smear on the heavy door. In her growing frustration she grabbed a second picture frame from the wall and threw that as well, feeling the same satisfaction as it hit the wall and shattered with a loud bang.

Finally, after breaking a few pieces of glass and kicking the dusty furniture until her foot was sore she stopped, exhausted. It wasn't getting her anywhere, there wasn't another way out of the room. Her bloody fingertips burned like fire and her head was sore and confused. She slid down the wall into a scrunched up sitting position at the far end of the room, right across from the door, and burried her face in her hands. She would not cry, he would not see her cry.

 

[Frundette]

It was probably close to an hour before the soft 'click' came again and the door creaked open, dragging slightly against the broken glass on the floor and pushing the dead rabbit out of the way. The wide brim of Urir's oversized hat poked through and he squeezed through the opening, carrying a large basin filled with steaming water. He didn't even look at Marlo, but shuffled to a small table near the door where he had to lift the basin up to set it down on the table. A few pieces of broken glass crunched under the basin.

Urir cleared his throat. Keeping his eyes stubbornly on the floor, he turned toward Marlo and gestured to the basin. "In case you want to wash up 'fore dinner..."

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Marlo looked up at the click, her shoulders and back tensing up instantly, only to relax again when she seen it was only Urir. For some reason, even though it was him who lured her into the room in the first place, she got the impression that he was as unhappy as she was being in the castle. In some ways, she almost felt sorry for him. Almost. "What does he want?" She asked quietly, glancing once at the steaming bowl of water before staring intently at the lowered brim of his wide hat. "What is he going to do to me?" As much as she willed her voice not to crack, the slightest hint of such an emotion crept into her last question. She couldn't help it, she was scared.

 

[Frundette]

Urir shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably at the question. He knew full well the wizard intended to use the woman as his next sacrifice to the fire demon in his quest for control over it. But what was Urir to do about it, even if he wanted to help the girl and do away with Dulirn? He possessed no magical abilities of his own, no combat prowess. And who knew what protections the wizard, in his madness and paranoia, had put in place to protect himself while he slept?

He cleared his throat and took a quick look up at Marlo, seeming about to say something when the soft sound of footsteps from behind stopped him, signaling Dulirn's arrival. "Lady Marlo, a fine meal has been set for us," he said, holding the door open for her.

He gestured across the entry way, which had now been lit with a few candles, to the other side of the staircase. Another door had been opened, a well-lit, formal dining area visible just beyond...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Marlo listened intently, ears straining to hear what he was about to say. When Dulirn returned her shoulders sagged in disappointment. The look on Urir's face was intriguing... torn and uncertain like maybe he wanted to help. Either way, it would have to wait now.

Her fingers tightened around the bow until her knuckles turned white when he addressed her as 'Lady Marlo' and she wanted nothing more then to drive an arrow straight through the creeps heart. If he even had one. For a moment she debated simply refusing to go with him, but he would probably force her to come with him somehow anyways. She got to her feet slowly and carefully, glaring at him the whole time through half narrowed eyes and crossed the room towards him.