In an isolated cell
Apr 12, 2006 21:41:32 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Apr 12, 2006 21:41:32 GMT -5
A large group of clears stand in close proximity to a man in his mid-forties. The man bears three Mind symbols - two on his forehead and one on his chest. At the moment, the man is bound, gagged, and stripped nearly naked, save for his breeches. The Clears press in closer, ensuring that their dominating ability keeps the man in hold. Already, they've had too many close calls.
"This is a fine catch," one of them remarks. "With the money we could get for him, we could buy a small town."
A second person laughs, "And that would be only if we demand ransom. If we can break and tame this one, we could buy Lacuna given the price HE would fetch. Triple Minds.. My word, I never would have dreamed."
A soft, feminine voice intones, "But what will his people say?"
All of the Clears in the room gasp as the man lifts his head, slowly and agonizingly, and whispers the words, "W..w........war..."
A few men curse and call for some comrades to join them in the room. After a couple more people walk in and exert their influence, the man falls silent again.
"That was close," one murmurs. The others mumble their agreement.
"No matter," someone pipes up. "We'll keep him, and we'll break him. The Master of All Minds is too fine of a trophy to turn our tails and run from. Mark my words men.. With this one under our control, we'll soon net all the Minds."
A couple of the people chuckle darkly at the prospect. One even goes so far as to jeer, "And after that?"
The original speaker's tone is dead serious as he remarks, "Then all of the elementals." After posting a large amount of sentries to stand in the room with the man and keep him under control, the crowd disperses - there's much to be done and prepare.
"This is a fine catch," one of them remarks. "With the money we could get for him, we could buy a small town."
A second person laughs, "And that would be only if we demand ransom. If we can break and tame this one, we could buy Lacuna given the price HE would fetch. Triple Minds.. My word, I never would have dreamed."
A soft, feminine voice intones, "But what will his people say?"
All of the Clears in the room gasp as the man lifts his head, slowly and agonizingly, and whispers the words, "W..w........war..."
A few men curse and call for some comrades to join them in the room. After a couple more people walk in and exert their influence, the man falls silent again.
"That was close," one murmurs. The others mumble their agreement.
"No matter," someone pipes up. "We'll keep him, and we'll break him. The Master of All Minds is too fine of a trophy to turn our tails and run from. Mark my words men.. With this one under our control, we'll soon net all the Minds."
A couple of the people chuckle darkly at the prospect. One even goes so far as to jeer, "And after that?"
The original speaker's tone is dead serious as he remarks, "Then all of the elementals." After posting a large amount of sentries to stand in the room with the man and keep him under control, the crowd disperses - there's much to be done and prepare.
