Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 14:30:46 GMT -8
An increasingly deep complex of tunnels and chambers beneath the Castle of Goraia comprised of the dungeons, which were growing in size and operational complexity as the number of political prisoners and criminals skyrocketed. |
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 14:38:53 GMT -8
Here, Lamina would be kept until Zagarus received word of his gift. In these depths, law held little sway outside of the cells, and it was said that prisoners were treated very poorly and often with abuse or neglect. Lamina would be thrown into a cell hard enough for her to strike the cool, dusty stone wall of her tiny prison, and the barred door slammed shut and locked.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Feb 24, 2016 14:44:28 GMT -8
She hit the wall and collapsed to the floor, where she curled up and cried for hours.. her sobs mostly silent save for some choking gasps for breath. Trembling, all had become entirely..hopeless.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 16:22:04 GMT -8
A guard came with two others, opened her cell, and kicked her as hard as he could.
"Say, 'Zagarus is my master.' I command you! Say it!"
If she did not say it literally right away, she'd be sharply kicked again.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Feb 24, 2016 17:01:51 GMT -8
"Oww..!"
She doubled over harder in pain, attempting to shield her sides as she curled into a ball. She didn't give in to their demands. She didn't even know who Zagarus was.
"Let me.. go... please.."
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 17:07:11 GMT -8
"SAY IT!"
Now, he began to stomp her in the side repeatedly until she said what he demanded. He looked to one of his colleagues.
"Fetch the instruments."
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Feb 24, 2016 17:18:00 GMT -8
She now cried out loud, tears streaming down her youthful face that had a minor cut from her collision from the wall. Just who was this Zagarus, and what if saying such words bound her to a magical cursed contract? What if this was how it was to all end... that after fourteen miserable years, which culminated into a short career of hurting and even killing other people, she was to suffer in turn. She wasn't sure what else she could have done to deserve this, and even then she was just trying to eat and live the way she knew how. She closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look at her cruel captors...
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 18:01:56 GMT -8
While waiting for the other guard, he drew his sword. Reaching it through the bars, he pressed the tip of the sword against her midsection and slowly, very slowly, began to apply pressure, twisting the blade so as to cause excruciating pain.
"Say it... or you will endure the unspeakable, and then no one will hear from you again," he spat.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Feb 24, 2016 19:17:39 GMT -8
She sobbed and panted, trembling on the floor. Then she was stabbed, to which the girl suddenly screamed, her natural reactions forcing her scrambling unceremoniously backwards, trying to get to her feet, where she backed her wall into the corner of the cell, looking at him with maddening desperation for him to stop. Tears streamed down her cheeks...
"STOP! Please..!!!"
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 20:15:13 GMT -8
"...Say it," he hissed. "Or I will open that door. And you don't want me to open that door."
He pulled his sword back, its tip pink with the slightest bit of her blood.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Feb 24, 2016 20:42:29 GMT -8
"Zagarus..." she sighed through pained gasps, "...is... my master.."
Hoping to be left alone, she allowed herself to collapse again, her body so fatigued from shock and fear that she only wanted to sleep... sleep and sleep and never to awake.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 21:32:01 GMT -8
"Very good. Now I must make sure you are an obedient little pet to our Supreme General, or I will look very bad. I cannot risk that.. say it again!"
It was as if his words were merely an excuse for him to prod her once more with his sword. Yet as he did so, the battlemage that held her prisoner began to charge energy in his left hand... it visibly crackled, electricity leaping from each exposed digit with audible zaps.
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Zagarus
Established
Roleplay posts: 43 
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
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Post by Zagarus on Feb 24, 2016 21:52:44 GMT -8
Zagarus arrived on the scene, having been informed of his gift.
"Open the cell."
With stone cold stoicism, he ordered the cell opened and he strode inside. Looking down at his feet, he saw the quivering teenage girl that was supposed to be his gift.
"This was the legendary melee fighter of Medan? This is my gift? Pitiful," he declared, his deep and silky voice cutting through the air like a knife, though really only to ridicule the guard who was so quick and amateurish as to escalate torture styles so haphazardly.
"But I will take this offer, for it is not worth much to Lord Zephidel... and perhaps I can have some use for her..."
He shackles her, but Zagarus is a man of great strength and stature. He easily hoists her up onto his shoulder, and departs.
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