*VoiceJail wanders into the topic, completely unaware of the danger at hand, a small shadow drops down behind him and an echoing 'click' is heard*
"Ah, ah, naughty of you to have wandered in here," The figure declares.
*With the speed of sight and nary a sound, four arrows fly from the figure's wrist and penetrate VoiceJail's limbs, pinning him to the wall"
"B-b-but..." stammers the n00b, as blood begins to trickle from the wounds and from his mouth.
"Silence!" the figure rasps, and fires a fifth arrow through his victim's open mouth, "No talking, your voice will be... imprisoned, shall we say?"
*With this ultimatum delivered, the figure steps into the light, it's Aiseirigh!*
"Betcha never thought I had it in me..."
*With delicate grace, the Ressurection draws a handful of long pins from a pocket*
"Now this shouldn't hurt. Just a tiny bit of discomfort..."
*The first needle is gently driven into VoiceJail's right eye, Close Encounters-style. VoiceJail's first scream muffles with the blood and splinters flowing from around his lips.*
Aiseirigh smiles, "Oops... did I mention these needles were heated? I guess this *is* going to hurt, a lot."
*The second needle finds a home in the retina of the left eye, with an accompanying moan of agony. The third wanders to the nose, where it buries itself amidst the cartiladge*
VoiceJail's leg jerks spasmodically with the pain and rips itself from the wall, blood flowing freely.
"OH! Trying to ruin my work? Eh?" warns the gaoler. "I'll have to take care of that..."
*With a resounding swoosh and a revolting wet thwock, Aiseirigh's sword severs the leg at the hip. He proceeds to beat the n00b several times across the face with it, driving the needles deeper with each blow. The screams attempt to worsen, but more blood blocks their ascent.*
"Never ruin my work. Ever." growls Aiseirigh. "Now, what to do with this sword? Hrmmm..."
*The blade of the sword traces a red path across the chest of the prisoner, stopping briefly at the heart.*
"I think I've found the place for you, my steel."
*Drawing back his arm, Aiseirigh drives the blade into VoiceJail's groin, up to the hilt. The resulting noise that bursts from the wet, mangled heap on the wall is beyond a simple scream. It is agony in its purest."
"Bah. I've had my fun. The other members will probably disembowel me for this. (Ooohh... disembowel, have to mark that down for future use.)" Aiseirigh begins to remove the metal from the limp figure on the wall. "It's a pity, he would've made a good wall ornament. Lousy White Mage's Oath. CURE!"
...And VoiceJail returns in perfect condition, except for a small scar across his chest that reads "Aiseirigh was here."
*And the two figures walk off into the throngs again.*
Hrm... how'd you guys like it? I dunno if I'm qualified for initiating, but I gave it my best. I fancy myself as a bit of a writer and blah... blah... blah....
_________________ Initiated by Lifyre and his Ooey Kablooie Huey.
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