Post by Thrym on Apr 27, 2010 16:23:18 GMT -5
The staff dancing around her nimble fingers.
That smile plastered on her face.
Sickening.
It was a smile like a mother would wear it when scolding a child, and it seemed completely out of place, both on the adolescent girl’s face and the entire situation.
How had it come to this?
She was weak. It should have been easy. A bubbly girl from a disgraced family with delusions of becoming a Red Wizard.
A groan escapes as her boot is placed on his stomach.
“Lethran, Lethran…”
She sighs softly and shakes her head. But the smile does not vanish. It’s belittling him, mocking him.
“You don’t understand this, do you?”
The staff stops twirling and hits the ground next to him with a thud.
“How do you like to put it? A bubbly girl, from a disgraced family, hm? Tsk tsk.”
Something appears in his blurred sight. It’s her finger being waggled at him.
“And yet you lost. Silly, silly Lethran. And it is so obvious, too.”
That infuriating smile grows broader. He wants to reach up and strangle her, but his bruised and beaten body simply won’t react.
“You lost because of Skorin here.”
The pain mixes with confusion. Who in the nine hells was Skorin now?
“You still don’t understand, do you? How very undelightful! Where are my manners though? Allow me to introduce you!”
Her hand inclines the man next to her. A towering giant of a man, a slave from Rashemen. One of her guards. The one he had bribed to leave her door unlocked tonight.
“This, my dear Lethran, is Skorin. He is twenty-two years old. His parents are named Kirin and Kronsk. They were captured during a raid in Rashemen. Skorin grew up in the quarry of…”
Why for Bane’s sake was she telling him all that pointless nonsense now? Did he look like he cared about the story of some slave?
“… who as you know is one of the most brutal slavemasters in all Thay! His most prized possession is a set of cards he found after a guard had lost them. He’s really good at playing cards, you know? He always wins, I never can beat him!”
Her laugh is warm and full of del… no, he would not even think that silly word of hers! And what was this now? She played cards with a slave? The urge to strangle her just kept rising, but was quickly surpressed as her boot squeezed down harder into his side.
“I took him from there.”
Harder.
“I fed him.”
The smile fades.
“I gave him clothes to wear.”
The boot rises for a split second only to crush down into his side again.
“I tought him to read, to write, everything!”
He feels her foot hammering into his side again and again. Her voice is not warm anymore. It’s cold and angry, as a Red’s should be.
“I showed him kindness for the first time in his live. And you?”
She stops to kick him, and something lands next to his face. A familiar sound. Coins clashing.
“Twenty gold?!”
She seems furious. Her foot comes down again as she bends over to stare straight into his face.
“Each and every slave in this room was handpicked by me. I know the tale of every one of them. I took everyone of them out of a horrible, horrible place and gave them a life worthy of a human.”
A malicious grin plays over her lips.
“Twenty gold. You gave Skorin here twenty gold to betray me. What a nice idea, and it would probably have worked. It probably did with the guards of the other apprentices you disposed of, hm?”
The maliciousness vanishes to be replaced by that ridiculously cheery smile.
“You know what Skorin did? He came straight to his beloved master to tell her of your vile, vile little assassination scheme. And do you know what he said when I wanted to reward him?”
She almost beams now. Disgusting.
“ ‘The only reward I wish is to kill him myself!’ Isn’t that delightful?”
She smiles all the time.
Even as the Rashemi’s axe digs deep into his chest.
Even as his blood sullies her robes.
Even as she slips back under the covers of her bed and drifts back off to sleep.
“… how …very, very… delightful.”
That smile plastered on her face.
Sickening.
It was a smile like a mother would wear it when scolding a child, and it seemed completely out of place, both on the adolescent girl’s face and the entire situation.
How had it come to this?
She was weak. It should have been easy. A bubbly girl from a disgraced family with delusions of becoming a Red Wizard.
A groan escapes as her boot is placed on his stomach.
“Lethran, Lethran…”
She sighs softly and shakes her head. But the smile does not vanish. It’s belittling him, mocking him.
“You don’t understand this, do you?”
The staff stops twirling and hits the ground next to him with a thud.
“How do you like to put it? A bubbly girl, from a disgraced family, hm? Tsk tsk.”
Something appears in his blurred sight. It’s her finger being waggled at him.
“And yet you lost. Silly, silly Lethran. And it is so obvious, too.”
That infuriating smile grows broader. He wants to reach up and strangle her, but his bruised and beaten body simply won’t react.
“You lost because of Skorin here.”
The pain mixes with confusion. Who in the nine hells was Skorin now?
“You still don’t understand, do you? How very undelightful! Where are my manners though? Allow me to introduce you!”
Her hand inclines the man next to her. A towering giant of a man, a slave from Rashemen. One of her guards. The one he had bribed to leave her door unlocked tonight.
“This, my dear Lethran, is Skorin. He is twenty-two years old. His parents are named Kirin and Kronsk. They were captured during a raid in Rashemen. Skorin grew up in the quarry of…”
Why for Bane’s sake was she telling him all that pointless nonsense now? Did he look like he cared about the story of some slave?
“… who as you know is one of the most brutal slavemasters in all Thay! His most prized possession is a set of cards he found after a guard had lost them. He’s really good at playing cards, you know? He always wins, I never can beat him!”
Her laugh is warm and full of del… no, he would not even think that silly word of hers! And what was this now? She played cards with a slave? The urge to strangle her just kept rising, but was quickly surpressed as her boot squeezed down harder into his side.
“I took him from there.”
Harder.
“I fed him.”
The smile fades.
“I gave him clothes to wear.”
The boot rises for a split second only to crush down into his side again.
“I tought him to read, to write, everything!”
He feels her foot hammering into his side again and again. Her voice is not warm anymore. It’s cold and angry, as a Red’s should be.
“I showed him kindness for the first time in his live. And you?”
She stops to kick him, and something lands next to his face. A familiar sound. Coins clashing.
“Twenty gold?!”
She seems furious. Her foot comes down again as she bends over to stare straight into his face.
“Each and every slave in this room was handpicked by me. I know the tale of every one of them. I took everyone of them out of a horrible, horrible place and gave them a life worthy of a human.”
A malicious grin plays over her lips.
“Twenty gold. You gave Skorin here twenty gold to betray me. What a nice idea, and it would probably have worked. It probably did with the guards of the other apprentices you disposed of, hm?”
The maliciousness vanishes to be replaced by that ridiculously cheery smile.
“You know what Skorin did? He came straight to his beloved master to tell her of your vile, vile little assassination scheme. And do you know what he said when I wanted to reward him?”
She almost beams now. Disgusting.
“ ‘The only reward I wish is to kill him myself!’ Isn’t that delightful?”
She smiles all the time.
Even as the Rashemi’s axe digs deep into his chest.
Even as his blood sullies her robes.
Even as she slips back under the covers of her bed and drifts back off to sleep.
“… how …very, very… delightful.”