Post by Winter on Jan 13, 2010 20:33:48 GMT -5
ooc: Since some of the newer members may not know, a Centric thread is one involving only the character or characters of the person who started it. I believe this is the first such thread on this site, and they are usually used for additional insight and character development.
Ilera gave a series of short coughs as she woke. Her lungs...her entire torso ached...her arms and legs burned strangely. She felt weak...barely able to move. She lay still for a while...what seemed an eternity, looking around, surveying the room slowly. She realized the strangest part of her situation...she wasn't dead...she had been stabbed...cut down from her bonds....and then? The pain was still there...but as she managed to wriggle around and check where she was stabbed....the fabric was still torn from the knife, but her skin was whole, not even a mark to mar the surface.
Focusing again, she decided to ignore that marvel for the time being. She was alive, but not for long if anyone found her. The body of the Captain still lay where it was, face-down in a puddle of dried blood. She noticed for the first time that there was a guard in the room with her, fortunately the man was facing away and seemed to have noticed neither her coughing nor her movements, as he was about to eat. Her weapon belt hung near the window on a wall, she could see now, eyes adjusting after several days of being shut. Her memories came flooding back to her, every part of her life before her capture and...her death? She had no way of knowing for the moment. All that mattered now was ensuring her life continued.
Crawling slowly on her stomach over to the wall, she propped herself into a sitting position, rising slowly. She inched along the wall until she reached her belt and other weapons, reattaching them to their various locations. As she had attached the last parts, she slipped slightly, banging her knee on the wall, and the guard turned slightly. Before his expression could change to one of realization, her rope was wound tightly around his neck, and his realization was paired with unpleasant recognition of the fact he would not be able to breathe much longer. Ilera held the rope taught for a minute after he stopped struggling, then slowly lowered him to the ground.
She ate his meal slowly, using the rest of the afternoon hours to finish it, attempting to allow her digestive system an opportunity to grow used to food again. Her strength returned as the hours passed, and as night was beginning to fall, she stashed the guard's body on the roof, and went up there herself, then proceeding to sneak into the rooms of each of Logran's men and murder them brutally in their sleep.
Having finished with her last victim within the rooms, she remembered the layout of the base that she had seen as she had been dragged through. She could not reach Logran's room from the roof as she had done the others, it was an interior room with no windows leading into it, a smart move by the degenerate coward for once...
Creeping slowly out of the room of the last henchman she had murdered, she looked silently and delicately around the corner, spotting two men around the corner, guarding the entrance to Logran's quarters. She leaned back, envisioning her movements in the next few moments, and then went to work.
The throwing knife was through the first man's windpipe before he could realize anything was wrong, and he fell to the ground gasping for breath as a bola wrapped around the second man's legs, simultaneously breaking both shins as he screeched in pain. Her staff soon put a stop to that, caving the man's skull into itself, as he fell to the floor quietly. As she had with the others, she removed her main daggers from their holsters, quickly carving the bodies up, trying to make a scene.
She had been merciful once, but not after what they had done..she dipped her hands in the pools of blood forming and ran it all over the walls around her, kicking the internal organs about with her boots to create some form of morbid artwork in the hallway, as would later be found in each of the rooms. Having felt much of her sanity slip away from her in regaining consciousness she began to take delight in her actions, and no longer found them to be grim, but rather quite inspiring paintings. Looking around absently at the flayed organs and gore now staining the walls, she giggled quietly to herself. "Very drab when we came in...positively boring. Certainly thought to myself that this place could use some colour...I think I was right. A definite improvement."
She spun around, stepping across the floor elatedly, as though not truly aware of reality, half dancing, "Much better...." She heard shuffling coming from a door. That was right, she'd wanted to deactivate the insolent dwarf, how could she have forgotten. "Come on out shorty, we're havin' a real parrrrrty," she laughed, kicking a random organ with such force that is stuck to the door, sliding slowly back to the ground.
Ilera gave a series of short coughs as she woke. Her lungs...her entire torso ached...her arms and legs burned strangely. She felt weak...barely able to move. She lay still for a while...what seemed an eternity, looking around, surveying the room slowly. She realized the strangest part of her situation...she wasn't dead...she had been stabbed...cut down from her bonds....and then? The pain was still there...but as she managed to wriggle around and check where she was stabbed....the fabric was still torn from the knife, but her skin was whole, not even a mark to mar the surface.
Focusing again, she decided to ignore that marvel for the time being. She was alive, but not for long if anyone found her. The body of the Captain still lay where it was, face-down in a puddle of dried blood. She noticed for the first time that there was a guard in the room with her, fortunately the man was facing away and seemed to have noticed neither her coughing nor her movements, as he was about to eat. Her weapon belt hung near the window on a wall, she could see now, eyes adjusting after several days of being shut. Her memories came flooding back to her, every part of her life before her capture and...her death? She had no way of knowing for the moment. All that mattered now was ensuring her life continued.
Crawling slowly on her stomach over to the wall, she propped herself into a sitting position, rising slowly. She inched along the wall until she reached her belt and other weapons, reattaching them to their various locations. As she had attached the last parts, she slipped slightly, banging her knee on the wall, and the guard turned slightly. Before his expression could change to one of realization, her rope was wound tightly around his neck, and his realization was paired with unpleasant recognition of the fact he would not be able to breathe much longer. Ilera held the rope taught for a minute after he stopped struggling, then slowly lowered him to the ground.
She ate his meal slowly, using the rest of the afternoon hours to finish it, attempting to allow her digestive system an opportunity to grow used to food again. Her strength returned as the hours passed, and as night was beginning to fall, she stashed the guard's body on the roof, and went up there herself, then proceeding to sneak into the rooms of each of Logran's men and murder them brutally in their sleep.
Having finished with her last victim within the rooms, she remembered the layout of the base that she had seen as she had been dragged through. She could not reach Logran's room from the roof as she had done the others, it was an interior room with no windows leading into it, a smart move by the degenerate coward for once...
Creeping slowly out of the room of the last henchman she had murdered, she looked silently and delicately around the corner, spotting two men around the corner, guarding the entrance to Logran's quarters. She leaned back, envisioning her movements in the next few moments, and then went to work.
The throwing knife was through the first man's windpipe before he could realize anything was wrong, and he fell to the ground gasping for breath as a bola wrapped around the second man's legs, simultaneously breaking both shins as he screeched in pain. Her staff soon put a stop to that, caving the man's skull into itself, as he fell to the floor quietly. As she had with the others, she removed her main daggers from their holsters, quickly carving the bodies up, trying to make a scene.
She had been merciful once, but not after what they had done..she dipped her hands in the pools of blood forming and ran it all over the walls around her, kicking the internal organs about with her boots to create some form of morbid artwork in the hallway, as would later be found in each of the rooms. Having felt much of her sanity slip away from her in regaining consciousness she began to take delight in her actions, and no longer found them to be grim, but rather quite inspiring paintings. Looking around absently at the flayed organs and gore now staining the walls, she giggled quietly to herself. "Very drab when we came in...positively boring. Certainly thought to myself that this place could use some colour...I think I was right. A definite improvement."
She spun around, stepping across the floor elatedly, as though not truly aware of reality, half dancing, "Much better...." She heard shuffling coming from a door. That was right, she'd wanted to deactivate the insolent dwarf, how could she have forgotten. "Come on out shorty, we're havin' a real parrrrrty," she laughed, kicking a random organ with such force that is stuck to the door, sliding slowly back to the ground.