!uGYNBMPzOs 04/01/11(Fri)02:44 No.14437372|
Sweating now, Dorin looks to the arcane device, you, the agent, and finally Daeseu "I... I I I I I, I only wanted toaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!" he howls as your Blade taps the device again, and the mans finger is mangled, white hot needles lancing underneath the nail, the tendons pulled to snapping one by one, the bones shattered, and finally, the whole thing degloved in the space of a few seconds. Blubbering and weeping the former noble stutters out "I I was going to give them the city, a gift to the aggressive, deserving nation. Its what Baashek would have wanted, side with the s-strength."
"I was to weaken the city, starve it out, blame the empire, and when the Northern front failed, open the gates, bend the-the knee, and have my lordship. No citizens would be hurt... just just, just a different master." Dorin continues.
Daeseu shakes his head, his lips pursed. "I have more questions, but this finger... it simply wont do anymore. What do you know about the workings of the human ankle?" he asks, sliding his fingers down the sweating mans body to his foot.
by midday Daeseu is finished. Dorin is a wreck, though perfectly healthy, save a few choice parts of his body, and you know that the Kings brother was his contact, and through his meditation Dorin was able to compel his wife to write some of his correspondence with the uurlanthi Lord. the assassins were to insure his success and loyalty, as well as ensure that he was not taken. Houses Frento and Grestom were decimated for their refusal to back his scheme, while houses Dyntus, Tyles and Kentor were aware of his plans, yet had been cowed into inaction.