Post by Raven on Jan 21, 2023 15:14:48 GMT -5
As they snuck into the backroom the Ranger crossed his arms as she figured the way into the back entrance. “I see…” he replied to her comments. She was too kind, his brows were furrowed at the concept of just giving that money away. All of her efforts – and nothing to gain? It would be a matter of time before she would be found out, certainly this life style didn’t have much room for growth. He sighed and climbed down the ladder and landed in the small corridor next to Arastina.
As they passed by a couple indulging each other – his eyes lingered on them briefly before he gave a small scoff. “Interesting place…” he spoke over the muffled sounds of a tortured man through the wall. He could hear the lashing and his screeches – groans for them to stop. He placed a hand on the short sword at his hip as he heard the words ‘Just the rogue I was looking for’ the conversation was ended quickly as Arastina waved him away. As Curtis squeezed past him – all he could smell was the stench of body odor and booze, it stung his nostrils as he inched by.
They paused before a door, it seemed this was their stop. When the door opened – Curtis pulled his blade just inches upward, ready to strike any second. He watched as Arastina grasped the man’s wrist and trapped him in her forceful grip. Curtis glanced forward to the woman within – he raised a brow as she spoke to them. He peered to the woman’s wrist – the glowing and glittering bracelet about her wrist; no doubt the one stolen. The door closed behind them as they stepped within. The room was small, damp and musky – something was off and he could feel it. His cloak over his shoulder lightly hid his grip on his blade, but no doubt they knew he was ready to strike if needed.
A tendril of root came towards him and he swiftly drew his blade and cut it out of the air. The tendril snapped back and wrapped around his blade. Curtis pulled his blade backwards, which pulled at the Troll slightly. “Told you so” Curtis coined to the rogue and then chuckled.
Curtis then twisted his blade several times – wrapping the vine several times about his blade, drawing the troll inwards. She was lifted from her seat and pulled over ontop of the desk before her. Several more tendrils lashed outward towards him and he ducked at one of them. However another wrapped about his opposing hand. He did not wait a second and did the same motion – twisting his arm to wrap the vine about his hand, pulling her even closer. His arms flexed with strength as he fought the tension of the vines, but he over came the magic. As he pulled her in – he gave a final thrust and she slammed into his boot as he brought it up. Though she did not go far as the vines held her close.
The troll fought against him but was taught in her own vines. Curtis swiftly twisted his arms once more and wrapped the vine about the Trolls neck. As he shuffled behind her – he cross his arms and placed a boot on her back. The troll tried to grip at the vines – her breath shuttering as her voice squealed against the vines. It sounded no different than another torture room…
Curtis then lifted the Troll’s head by the scruff of her oily hair and slammed her head down into the desk. A brutal snap came from her neck and blood immediately poured from her nose and mouth. With that it was over. The ranger sliced through the limp vines with his sword and sheathed it. With a single hand he plucked the bracelet from her wrist and tucked it away into his pocket.
“Alright then” he brushed his hands off and glanced to the Rogue. “Let’s search the room, and turn this bad boy back in” he chuckled.
As they passed by a couple indulging each other – his eyes lingered on them briefly before he gave a small scoff. “Interesting place…” he spoke over the muffled sounds of a tortured man through the wall. He could hear the lashing and his screeches – groans for them to stop. He placed a hand on the short sword at his hip as he heard the words ‘Just the rogue I was looking for’ the conversation was ended quickly as Arastina waved him away. As Curtis squeezed past him – all he could smell was the stench of body odor and booze, it stung his nostrils as he inched by.
They paused before a door, it seemed this was their stop. When the door opened – Curtis pulled his blade just inches upward, ready to strike any second. He watched as Arastina grasped the man’s wrist and trapped him in her forceful grip. Curtis glanced forward to the woman within – he raised a brow as she spoke to them. He peered to the woman’s wrist – the glowing and glittering bracelet about her wrist; no doubt the one stolen. The door closed behind them as they stepped within. The room was small, damp and musky – something was off and he could feel it. His cloak over his shoulder lightly hid his grip on his blade, but no doubt they knew he was ready to strike if needed.
A tendril of root came towards him and he swiftly drew his blade and cut it out of the air. The tendril snapped back and wrapped around his blade. Curtis pulled his blade backwards, which pulled at the Troll slightly. “Told you so” Curtis coined to the rogue and then chuckled.
Curtis then twisted his blade several times – wrapping the vine several times about his blade, drawing the troll inwards. She was lifted from her seat and pulled over ontop of the desk before her. Several more tendrils lashed outward towards him and he ducked at one of them. However another wrapped about his opposing hand. He did not wait a second and did the same motion – twisting his arm to wrap the vine about his hand, pulling her even closer. His arms flexed with strength as he fought the tension of the vines, but he over came the magic. As he pulled her in – he gave a final thrust and she slammed into his boot as he brought it up. Though she did not go far as the vines held her close.
The troll fought against him but was taught in her own vines. Curtis swiftly twisted his arms once more and wrapped the vine about the Trolls neck. As he shuffled behind her – he cross his arms and placed a boot on her back. The troll tried to grip at the vines – her breath shuttering as her voice squealed against the vines. It sounded no different than another torture room…
Curtis then lifted the Troll’s head by the scruff of her oily hair and slammed her head down into the desk. A brutal snap came from her neck and blood immediately poured from her nose and mouth. With that it was over. The ranger sliced through the limp vines with his sword and sheathed it. With a single hand he plucked the bracelet from her wrist and tucked it away into his pocket.
“Alright then” he brushed his hands off and glanced to the Rogue. “Let’s search the room, and turn this bad boy back in” he chuckled.
