Post by Master of Shadows on Jun 30, 2013 20:08:58 GMT -5
"Who are, 'We'?" Zed looked to Minoryu, a simple nod from the Master of Shadows indicating Minoryu was to get creative in order to persuade the prisoner to talk. Zed would wait for as long as it took, sooner of later the prisoner would talk simply to stop the pain that was about to inflicted upon him. He was starved of light, human interaction and food for weeks on end. No doubt he would be weak... But if this didn't work, there was one more way Zed had been contemplating.
Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes. Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia flows.
"Do you think that you are doomed to die? I have no plans to kill you for at least a few years."
He bent down over the man's feet and slowly began cutting the shoe off.
"Move your toes and I will take the leg and ship it home to your mother. It will be all she will ever receive." He calmly said as he removed his next instrument, a small bamboo blade that still had some of the bamboo's natural curve with a tip. He then carefully slid the point under the prisoner's big toe. A rather painful process on its own.
"Speak swiftly, or I will forget to draw it out of your toe before I lift it out."
Post by The Master Tactician on Jul 1, 2013 1:06:35 GMT -5
The Grand General remained silent in the shadows: a ghoulish gargoyle looking down upon the scene, his chin lifted in dignity, his blood-red eyes agleam. The slightest smile narrowed his luminous orbs as Minoryu began the torture routine. The ninja knew how to perform a proper interrogation, which struck Swain as amusing. Upon his shoulder, The Raven ruffled her feathers, offering a quiet, almost laughter-like trill at each of Minoryu's threats.
In darkness they listened, cruel features concealed: grim shadows awaiting what might be revealed.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jul 1, 2013 9:23:08 GMT -5
The man's breathing quickened as the pressure mounted up through his body. He almost felt the pain without even enduring the slightest torture... yet. But he just couldn't give in; all the promises, all the loyalty he swore upon to his Captain, he had to hold on to them until the bitter end of his misery. He must resist.
"When you are asked a question, you are to answer it." Minoryu calmly stated.
Minoryu causally ripped the bamboo dagger out, removing the toenail completely from the foot and went on to the next toe down the line.
"Wonder how deeply I can get into this toe...." He muttered to himself as he slide the bamboo dagger in completely under the toe and then applying more pressure.
Post by Master of Shadows on Jul 1, 2013 20:03:41 GMT -5
Zed simply watched as the toenail was rather brutal removed. His crimson eyes watched the prisoner's face for any hint that he was breaking. The Master of Shadows moved to speak with Swain, his voice lower enough that the prisoner wouldn't be able to focus on it through the pain, "Should the prisoner be unusually resilient, it may be quicker and simpler to call in someone who can enter his mind and.... Extract, any and all information related to this. The Order has no one with such talents, perhaps you may know someone?" It was rather clear who he was asking for should the persuasion fail. Zed wanted this information, sooner rather than later.
Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes. Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia flows.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jul 12, 2013 0:42:59 GMT -5
A silent nod met the ninja's suggestion. Crimson eyes drooped closed briefly in accord before re-affixing to the prisoner's shackled form. He understood his ally's conjecture, but if measures further than Minoryu's practiced hand became necessary, he himself would be up for the task of interrogation. The slightest smile narrowed molten eyes at the thought of draining the prisoner of his life force, plumbing his subconscious for his deepest fears and watching as his mind unraveled. The imagery brought back memories of Freljord, of the Rune Wars, of the Exemplar and the way he wept when he was broken.
The Grand General could not help himself a quiet chuckle: an exhalation of breath inaudible beneath sounds of torture.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jul 14, 2013 17:00:53 GMT -5
Pain, burning agony crept in his body as the ninja mercilessly tortured him. Horrifying screams echoed out of his throat while a couple drop of tears rolled down his cheeks. His watery eyes made it hard to see what was happening around him, everything was blurry. But he felt the warm stream of blood that came out of his toe and it wasn't long before he felt the pressure of the bamboo dagger ripping the flesh under his second toe, slowly pulling the nail upward.
"I-I will speak, j-just stop! I-it's the government, the government I'm telling you!"
"Speak swiftly, lest the knife slip due to your quivering." Minoryu said in a completely deadpan voice. He did stop applying pressure, but he did not remove the blade.
Post by Master of Shadows on Jul 16, 2013 3:49:55 GMT -5
"The government?" Zed asked, his crimson eyes casting an almost amused glance at Swain. He turned his gaze back to the prisoner, "What did they wish to find out? What was their purpose of sending you to my lands?" This did not bode well, yet it did make the government look concerned, desperate even. They had no idea what was going on in Zed's lands. Nor would they if Zed had anything to do with it. They respected a sick and dying order of balance, balance was a lie and Zed would show that to the world, even if it killed him.
Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes. Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia flows.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jul 26, 2013 4:14:20 GMT -5
"I-I have no idea of the reasons why they sent us here... I just execute the orders and d-do what I'm asked to do..."
Said the man as he tried to fight back the pain that overwhelmed him, trying to remain strong as he spoke his words. He had to try to be as brief as possible, not wanting to let Irelia's name slip out of his throat.
Minoryu's hands were steady, but on the quivered 'do', his victim's foot twitched and Minoryu almost slipped his grip on the knife. His eyes narrowed and he drew his Tanto. With a swift motion he had plunged the knife through the twitching foot and a solid inch into the floor.
Post by Master of Shadows on Aug 8, 2013 5:04:55 GMT -5
Zed remained silent as he listened to the prisoner's words. He was getting impatient, "Then we have no reason to keep you alive." Zed looked to Swain, "I think it's time to extract any and everything from his mind. I grow weary of waiting for him to break. Once we have the information, it is clear he will be useless to us."
Zed moved his gaze to the prisoner, "You have signed your death warrant. Minoryu, leave us for now."
Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes. Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia flows.
Minoryu purposely left the bamboo blade in his victim's toe, but ripped his tanto from the foot. That was reusable. The Bamboo was likely to snap off in the next toe given his treatment of it.
He gave Zed a respectful bow and nodded in Swain's direction and left the room, standing just to the left of the door and began to repair the end of his blade with a whet stone, creating a scraping noise that could be heard in the chamber. Good chance Zed might ask Minoryu to clean the mess up. Thus, Minoryu began thinking of uses for a dead Ionian.
Might dry the meat out and feed it to the next prisoner. Nothing like good psychological torture to get one's tongue moving. Or they could send the pieces back to the man's family in little boxes over the course of the next fifteen years....no...that would be pointless. Send the entire body in a horrible condition to the one who sent him. Send a message.
Post by The Master Tactician on Aug 17, 2013 12:30:45 GMT -5
The red searchlights of the Master Tactician's eyes closed as he laughed, leaving the shadows of the dungeon so deep in the absence of their glow that, when they opened again, they shone more blinding than any torch or hextech flashlight-- so blinding they seemed to pierce the prisoner's soul. Sounds of sadistic humor echoed off the cell walls for what seemed an eternity: mixed laughter, part the wheezing chuckle of a dying man, part the chilling cackle of an ancient evil, part the giggles of Ionian children playing in the snow.
"Now, Shadowmaster," the Grand General's voice boomed over the scene taking form before their captive's very eyes. Snow fell from the sky, melting gently on the prisoner's bare flesh and suddenly he was unbound, looking over the winter plains of his homeland, tasting the air, reveling in the sun and sea and snow--but a voice like thunder shook him from his reverie. "Death will hardly be necessary." Heavy words fell like hail from the laden clouds, hard and cold. "There are fates... worse than death."
In the snowy meadow beyond, a group of children played together unawares, scooping the snow into small sculptures on the ground, laughing as they ran, carefree. The scene was familiar, yet foreign, an amalgamation of memories in the prisoner's own mind, though still as real as though he were there. "You spoke of orders," boomed the voice. The children were unfazed. "Recite them to me exactly as they were recited to you."
Back in the dungeon, the Grand General stood halfway between Zed and their prisoner, the bird upon his shoulder ruffling her feathers. His hand extended, twisted in an arcane pose as flames of emerald arced from his fingertips and into the spy's eyes. Their prisoner hung limp in his shackles as Swain spoke, his face tilted skywards and his mouth agape in some pitiful parody of prayer.
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