"Be glad Shelyn, nor I, are not so stingy with our gifts," Terri says in a flat tone, a glare leveled at the elf, "and be glad I am not cruel. Otherwise, I'd have you strung up in front of the door of this place by your wrists and ankles, stripped naked, and burned until you pronounce your crimes to the heavens."
The petite priestess glares at the elf, trying very hard not to curse and spit at her, or to kill her slowly.
Some priestess I am. Not even five years since my ordination and already I'm wanting to throttle someone at my mercy.
Slowly, she turns away and towards the door, her glaive ready.
The elven woman's smile remains in place, but the eyes widen, the piercing blue color quite lovely. It takes a moment for Terri to realize that the woman is not frightened, but excited.
Daud chuckles as Terri lets her wrath out at the bound woman before shaking his head. "That'd be fun to watch, but threatening her with excruciating pain isn't going to work. Bribing her with it, however..."
As his words linger he gently traces a finger along her backside and, finding a not entirely closed wound, lets the digit slowly sink in.
"Yeah, she'd get off on it. Interrogating her the "traditional" way isn't going to work." Amira growls.
"Fun though."
Terri just shakes her head.
"No, I'm not going to torture her. As much as I want to see her pay dearly for what she's done here, that's not how I, or any of us, should get her to answer her questions," she says, much of the anger fading from her voice and her eyes, "besides, I think she was sent here, I wonder what she thinks of us just proclaiming that she failed to get away because she was too busy playing to all of Korvosa. No torture, no pain, no blood, just walking her through the city and telling of her incompetence."
As Wednesday finds an open wound and probes it, the woman's pupil's dilate, her skin flushing pink. Of course she can't talk, but you can hear a satisfied "Mmmmm" coming from her throat.
The eyes flit to Terri, the lack of concern apparent.
Yaknow, it's kinda odd being on the giving end of that. Daud thinks to himself after hearing the woman's approval. Not wanting to get too carried away he removes the finger and grips the area slightly to make sure the wound doesn't completely reopen.
"Can you please not do that, Wednesday. It's disturbing," Terri shudders as the woman moans with pleasure as Wednesday probes the wound.
Wednesday just shrugs with his free shoulder at Terri's admonishment. "In that it's painful, or that she's enjoying it?"
"That she's enjoying it," she replies, "Besides, she's our responsibility now, and torture, even if she enjoys it, isn't something I can abide. Please, don't make any of her wounds worse."
"If you enjoy it, then it most definitely isn't torture," Wednesday quips while raising his scarred left arm up and flexing the fingers, unnervingly they seem to be able to bend almost all the way backwards to the back of his hand.
"But you're right. I got a little bit carried away."
The woman flits her eyes back and forth to the man holding her and the tiny priestess. She tries to talk, but her words are muffled by the gag.
Meanwhile, the unlocked door still looms in front of the group.
Daud slips a finger inbetween the gag and lifts it just enough so she can talk, in the off chance she has something useful to say.
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"Indeed, you did, Wednesday. Terri is right, we will not torture this poor wretch. We owe her only our compassion." Tolenn says, laying a hand gently on the crazy elf's head, gazing at her without judgement.
"Oh Wednesday, is this what you have in store, if you continue down the dark path you've chosen?"
Her eyes flicker to Daud, then back to the elf, then she straightens, and call out to the person behind the door.
"We've come to help. We've subdued the elf."
Up until know having simply settled for shrugging Daud actually turns his head to look at Tolenn when she speaks. "Does that make me a poor wretch since I enjoy the pain as well? I may not like it to the exclusion of pleasure, but I do appreciate the sensation. They both remind me that I'm alive."
The elf gives Tolenn a look of curiosity as the paladin lays a hand on her head. As Wednesday loosens the gag, she swallows, then says in a faux whisper, "It's the man of the house in there...Mister Carowyn. You should probably leave him in there. He might be saddened by the artwork I've turned this place into, particularly his wife." She giggles, running her tongue along Wednesday's finger.
From inside the room you hear the sound of sobbing, "Oh gods, why must you be so cruel! Be gone, deceiver! Have your fun elsewhere!"
Tolenn gives Daud a 'Not now' look, then turns back to the elf.
"One wonders, who commissioned this artwork of yours. Guesome and thought-provoking do not come close to describing it." Tolenn says, ignoring for now the Carowyn's pitiful sobbing.
Keeping his mouth shut at Tolenn's silent order Daud simply stands idle while she has a conversation with the elf currently licking his finger.
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The elf slips her lips around Wednesday's finger, sucking on it for a bit while continuing to lick before turning her attention to Tolenn. She releases the captive finger, giggling. "Really, do you think so? I was really aiming for a 'Wow!' kind of feel to it." She giggles once again. "Ohhhh...it wasn't commissioned by anybody...just a bit of artistic license I took."
At that point she snaps her eyes to Wednesday, trying to bite his finger, a playful smile on her lips.
Terri walks in, pulling the cloth from her face so Carowyn can see her face, and leaving her glaive behind, leaning against the wall.
"Mister Carowyn? It's alright, we're here to help you, not hurt you or desecrate any of the remains here. Are you injured?"
As Terri opens the door, she sees a terrified man, probably in his late fifties, threatening her with of all things a dull butter knife. At the sight of the companions and the restrained elf, he collapses to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
Arching a brow at the woman Daud lets his finger run across her lips teasingly before wagging it from side to side. "But there was a purpose for this then, rather than just libertine whimsy?"
The woman continues to stare at Wednesday, her large blue eyes not blinking. "People are dying every day, due to this plague. They don't seem to mind when I pose them. Maybe it's cause I never had a family to dine with or never could afford fancy art. Or maybe I'm just f%+&ed in the head." She looks up towards the ceiling, then locks eyes with Wednesday before cackling.
Wednesday quickly taps the mad woman on the lips. "Now, now, f%~@ed in the head is my excuse, but I don't have the drive to go around setting up impromptu performances like this. And I'm from Ustalav."
Letting the finger rest he then slides it down to cup her chin. "Come on, you were being such a good girl there for a moment, I almost gave you a treat."
"You just lack the proper motivation, is all. What gets your blood stirring, Wednesday? Submissive sluts who beg? Being whipped? Killing? If Terri over there came to you and offered herself, would you have the drive then?" She gets an inquisitive look, her manner seeming genuinely curious.
She then laughs, shaking her head, a few errant blond locks spilling out from under her cap as she grins. "A treat? What kind of treat?"
Tolenn stands and crosses her arms, watching the interplay between the elf and Daud, a little worried by the direction the conversation is going, but content for now to see what information Daud can extract.
She turns her head to Terri, "How is he?"
Daud actually grins at the woman. "I meant I'm just not that artistic. I actually wanted to a be a doctor growing up... till I realized that while I liked cutting things up and taking them apart I wasn't all that interested in putting them back together. And I prefer bloodletting to bruising, gives a better rush."
Bringing his hand up he holds the side of her face as he looks into her eyes. "Begging in the heat of moment is one thing, but I actually prefer strong women who can make me beg. Dessert is a lovely woman, and I might accept if she did offer, but I don't think the sex would be so great that I carve a masterpiece out of a bunch of nobles in her honor. Or I might. If she asked."
Stopping himself he caresses the side of her face before continuing. "A treat? The kind that good girls get. I'd make you feel real good. Or would you rather make me feel good? Which would you prefer?"
She grins widely, blue eyes looking him up and down before settling on his face. She cocks her head, looking sly. "And what makes you think I want anything from you? I love how you feel that you understand me, Wednesday. It's very cute, and touching. I felt much the same when I was setting everyone up here. I felt a connection with the dead as I put them through their various every day activities. I almost felt like I was in my very first home." Again that chuckle as she sighs.
"What do you want to know? Perhaps if you're a good boy, I will tell you." She tilts her head, again looking curious. "Is that the game you want to play with me?"
"Well I do like being a good boy. Okay." He answers while wearing a wolfish grin. Moving the hand holding her to one of her side wounds he starts to grip her gingerly.
"First off, might I have your name?" he asks before tightening his grip.
Her eyes narrow, her face again flushing as a soft cry escapes her lips before she answers. "Jolistina."
"Good," he says as he grabs her other side and lifts her off his shoulder. Holding her in front he lets his back slide down against wall before he's slumped on the floor with her in his lap. With one hand holding her side he pulls her cap back before gathering her hair and pulling it to one side.
"Now, why did you come here, Milady Jolistina?" he says raggedly before biting down hard at the base of her neck while pulling her hair back so that she faces Tolenn.
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The silly motley hat falls to the floor, revealing shoulder-length ash blond hair that would probably be quite luxurious if it was groomed regularly. The woman gasps, sucking in breath sharply as Wednesday bites her, grinning at Tolenn as her head is tugged to the side by her hair.
"I came here to have a good time, milord Wednesday." Her blue eyes dance, the woman clearly having a good time, though her tone is mocking, all the same.
Releasing her neck at the coy answer he licks at the wound before speaking. "And are you? And did you specifically come here on a whim or did someone direct you here to have a good time? If you give me another a vague answer I'll spend more time focusing on that than on your body."
Moving his mouth back to where it was his teeth are almost on the skin before he stops and tilts his head up to her's. "You taste good by the way." he quickly says before biting back down. As he does the hand on her side starts to wander, sliding and caressing her stomach and chest for various cuts and bruises to rub into.
"I'm going to snap this b**!*'s neck before this is over." Amira growls to Tolen under her breath.
Terri looks over the man, taking glances over at Wednesday and Jolistina every now and then, until she begins to shake so much that her vision goes blurry. She mutters under her breath, unable to handle what's going on behind.
"Make it stop. Make it stop, please!"
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The women starts to comment, then bites down on her lower lip, blood dripping out both sides of her mouth as she purrs at Wednesday's treatment. "Thank you. I try to bathe regularly should I run into a willing mouth." She laughs, then shakes her head, blonde mane waving wildly.
"I'm having a fair enough time, milord Wednesday. Though if you let me go I'm sure I'd be having a better time." She smiles knowingly, not crazy enough to believe THAT was going to happen. "I'm afraid I'll just have to remain a mystery to you, milord Wednesday. Although I know many men think highly of such things."
Prying his mouth off of her with heavy pants he starts to lap up the mix of his drool and her blood on her neck while he regains his breath. "What a shame. You're a mystery that has my attention a little too much unfortunately. Then how about a different one?"
While he talks his hand finds its way under her shirt, nothing stopping his fingers from grabbing and clawing at the various wound on her. "We came here looking for a young Varisian man, one that plays an ocarina, but we didn't see him among your set pieces. Do you know where he is?"
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Carowyn looks up at Terri, still terrified. "Why is he talking to that crazy b%+!@?" He starts to draw away from the priestess, retreating further into his cellar as he surveys the spectacle unfolding.
Jolistina arches a fine blonde brow as Wednesday slides a hand under her shirt, cooing as he rubs his hand roughly over her various wounds. She turns her blue eyes to Terri. "Stop? Why stop? Pain is pleasure." She woman grins, answering in a sing-song voice, eyes closed for the moment.
"Oh yes...he was a pretty one, that one. I don't know where he is. Not here!" Her last two words are spurted out with a big chuckle, as if it is quite funny.
"Oh? So who took him? He didn't leave here on his own." he asks as he slips his other hand under shirt as well, helping it's less scarred twin in teasing and aggravating her wounds while he makes probing nips and bites along her shoulder and the back of her neck, looking for a new good spot to sink into.
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The woman giggles, her breathing becoming quite rapid as she looks at Tolenn and Amira. "He seems hungry. Do you feed him?" Her wide blue eyes settle on the two women as Wednesday assaults her flesh, sounds of pleasure issuing from her lips.
"I can't tell you that, I'm afraid, milord Wednesday. Such was the price of my fun here. Don't worry though, he's in good hands!" She laughs wickedly.
Keeping up his hands' movements he laches onto the base of her neck, pulling at her flesh with his teeth. "Any specific reason he was taken while you played with everyone else?" He asks inbetween his teeth digging into her flesh.
Terri covers her ears and squeezes her eyes shut. Trying to shut out what was happening. She curls up against the wall, her body trembling as she tries to keep from remembering the elven woman's words.
"It's not. It's not. Pain is pain, not pleasure. Pleasure brings happiness while pain brings suffering and sorrow," she whispers to herself.
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She cries out, a mixture of pain and pleasure as he latches onto her flesh, pinching it between his teeth. "Well, I was told to look out for any healthy Varisians. And he seemed like a healthy enough Varisian, to me." She pants out her answers, writhing in his lap as Wednesday continues to inflame her wounds.
Jolistina glances over at Terri, amused. "I think you're causing your friend distress, milord Wednesday. Maybe you should ask her to join in."
"Hmm?" Wednesday breathes out while having a mouthful of her neck, casting a quick glance over at Terri he felt a pang of guilt for causing her this distress, but it didn't deter him from keeping at the mad elf.
"Not everyone likes pain like we do, and besides, I'm devoting all my attention to you right now." he quickly gets out before biting down on her shoulder, his hands gripping at her wounds and bruises even harder.
His eyes flittering open for a moment he releases his jaw from. "Sorry, got carried away and almost forgot to ask you a question. The zombies, did you make them? Or did whoever take Ruan make them for you as a gift? This many corpses, is definitely the workings of a true necromancer rather than just a dabbler."
Then he bites back down.
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The woman chuckles, "I feel blessed, milord Wednesday, but perhaps she would enjoy it if she would just try. So many people miss out on things because they 'think' they wouldn't enjoy them."
She laughs, turning her blue eyes to the ranger. "I might be mad, but I am no fool, whatever I might wear. Don't patronize me...I am a means to an end, no more." This is said mildly, without reproach.
Then he bites down on her shoulder, and her mouth opens wide as she screams. "YES!" Her face is red, her breath coming in gasping shudders, "Oh, what? I made them. Yep...my own very special playmates, they are. Or were, until you came and messed with things."
Carowyn quickly walks past Terri, then closes the door to the cellar once again. "Are your friends insane, too?"
All Terri can do is whimper as she sits there, curled up.