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| Nasty, vile creatures; [P] Vernon | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mon Aug 10, 2009 4:05 am (462 Views) | |
| Tazdril | Mon Aug 10, 2009 4:05 am Post #1 |
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Tazdril, garbed in the brown and white wraps he he had come to call his 'surface outfit', had managed to stumble into a very unpleasant part of the world. It was cold and muggy, and a thick fog, something completely foreign to the Dark Lands, hugged the ground like an ethereal blanket. Trees, twisted and sickly in appearance, dotted the land, but not nearly as frequently as they had in the forest before. Tall reeds and marsh grasses seemed to huddle solemnly in their select mourning places. The ground shifted below his feet in an unpleasant way, making crude squelching noises as he walked. Liquid bubbled up from the mud, pooling around his feet with each new step, and he felt as though one wrong step would lead him below the earth, to the source of the puddles. Perhaps the most unpleasant part of the swamp, however, was the smell. Everywhere in the swamp was a foul odor, like the scent of death, but worse, and the further into the marsh he got, the stronger did get the stench. Whatever the source of the smell was, Tazdril could only hope not to meet it. Though as far as the worried dark elf knew, the source was already upon him. The two thousand eyes of a thousand nasty, vile creatures, vigilant and intelligent as they darted back and forth, glowing and observing from the tiniest crevices of the most inconspicuous of pebbles, and the tallest branches of the wickedest of trees. The dark elf's attention span had become short, and his eyes panicked, as they darted back and forth, scanning for invisible dangers. So hurried and wild was he, that he didn't notice the uneven land before him. Falling flat on his face, he let out a cry of surprise. |
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| Vernon | Mon Aug 10, 2009 6:08 am Post #2 |
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The marsh watched the dark elf careful. Both animals and plants kept the the creature in their sights. The congregation of animals watching the dark elf steadily grew. The foolish elf brought no gifts and his punishment was bound to be amusing. Chances were it would be bloody too and if they were lucky they would get scraps to eat. It wasn't long before Vernon got wind of the intruder. Vernon swiftly moved to intercept this unwelcome guest and left from tree to tree avoiding the muck below that would slow his progress just as it slowed the dark elf's. The sleigh was too far away to be used for the present time, but the Dark elf wasn't far off. Pity the creature wasn't too deep in the marsh. Vernon pondered letting the creature get in deeper and seal his fate even tighter, but patience was a virtue Vernon did not always have. Panic seemed to overtake the Dark elf as Vernon neared. Vernon could hear the attempts for a fast pace against the resisting soft earth. There was apparently a misstep and loud yelp as the man fell. Before the dark elf could get to his feet Vernon was behind him sitting calmly in a tree. "What foolish reason do you have to be in my marsh," Vernon asked as his wingers traced around his belt. He never could figure out what toy he was to play with until the last minute, though it was a given that the whip needed some playtime. |
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| Tazdril | Mon Aug 10, 2009 6:38 am Post #3 |
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As Tazdril tried to pick himself off of the soft ground, his hands sinking into the muck and making the scramble more difficult than the dark elf though necessary, he heard the voice of a stranger, menacing and threatening. He dared not turn around yet, for he feared that simply the visage of the terrible monster would shock him into unconsciousness. As he was picking himself up, brown and white strips of cloth dangling from his body, which was now rather bare save the gray trousers and black boots he nearly always wore, he replied to the Master of the Marsh. "I, apologize, sir," Tazdril spoke, trying to be humble. "I did not know that this marsh belonged to anybody, and I do not wish to trespass. I am lost, and had I known you were here, I would certainly have asked your permission before entering," he said, trying his best to play innocent, though he was telling the truth. He turned, and what he saw disgusted him. The Master of the Marsh was a large rat, standing on two legs like a man. It was truly a terrifying sight to behold, nestled in one the trees that littered the swamplands around them. His violet eyes clearly reflected the fear he refused to express otherwise. |
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| Vernon | Tue Aug 11, 2009 12:51 am Post #4 |
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"So you're saying you would have asked for permission to get lost?" Vernon asked as he dropped down. The question was of course rhetorical. The dark elf was probably a bounty hunter of some sort. There was something he was hiding and Vernon was going to bring it to light one way or another. So many fun games that would shatter what ever will the dark elf had, a pity the dark elf couldn't live through them all? "I don't think you are telling the whole truth. Even if you are Ignorance is not an excuse so I have to ask you another question. How badly do you wish to exit this marsh alive?" Vernon grinned as he approached the Dark elf. The muddy earth imitated some hungry beast licking it's chops with ever step Vernon took. Vernon grasped his whip with one hand and slowly ran his fingers along it's length with the other as he awaited the Dark Elf's reply. Vernon still wasn't sure what he was going to do with the Dark elf. Elves always did taste simply scrumptious and dark meat was also quite tasteful. But perhaps instead he could could keep the dark elf alive. There world could certainly use more were creatures and Vernon could always use a few more pets. Perhaps the elf's next actions and words would aid in the decision. |
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| Tazdril | Wed Aug 12, 2009 6:13 am Post #5 |
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"How badly do you wish to exit this marsh alive?" the question was clear as day, yet it seemed to trigger some cryptic message in the back of his head. Would the rodent truly kill him? Or was he a creature better suited to torture? Then it hit him. It was like being hit by a cold wave of water, or rapid gust of air. Tracyn, the healer he had met in Kellen, had advised him to stay away from Norwood. He had advised him to stay away from a marsh. His missing arm's mere mention causing him to enter a fit of sheer terror. Tazdril, now too terrified to answer Vernon's original question, simply asked another. "Is this place..." he began, the his eyes wide and his pupils narrow, making his whites seem like a sea whose surface reflected only fear, "...called Norwood Forest?" He finished his question and his hand slowly began creeping towards his waist, where his weapons were concealed beneath the cloth wrappings that, earlier, covered him from head to toe. He hardly needed an answer, he only required the sight of the creature before him to know that it was the one who had taken Tracyn's arm and filled him with such terrible, traumatizing memories. |
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| Vernon | Wed Aug 12, 2009 9:07 pm Post #6 |
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The question triggered something and seemed to terrify the dark elf to the core, which made him seem all the more delicious. Vernon involuntarily licked his lips. He was amused by the question that certainly didn't work to answer his own. Clearly the dark elf had heard some unheeded warning that was being remembered all too late. Vernon pondered lying and lowering the creature's guard, but why bother when the answer might instead instill the elf with even more terror. Vernon noticed the elf was reaching for something, obviously something to defend himself with whether it was a wand or a weapon of some sort. Couldn't be anything big as not much could be lying in wait withing those coverings. It was likely some dagger or some other laughable form of defense. "You've left Norwood forest and entered my domain, the Hauntwood marsh. But unless that has any bearing on you're desire to live I'm just going to have to assume you don't want to live at all," Vernon snickered as he came closer. Vernon lashed out the whip and the large number of shiny metal teeth on the Leech snapped at eye level in Taz's face, yet the distance between them was still too far for the whip to touch the dark elf. For now it was just an amusing show of precision, though of course it was only amusing to Vernon while likely only more terrifying for the mummy wanna be dark elf. "Unless my assumption is wrong... tell me how you want to die," Vernon grinned pauing only to lick his lips once more. |
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| Tazdril | Fri Aug 14, 2009 12:20 am Post #7 |
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Tazdril fell backwards with a shout as the whip lashed at him, and he landed once again in the cold, sticky mud. Coated in the soft earth, he spoke. "Your assumption is wrong, my friend," he replied, narrowing his eyes. "But should I assume you ever planned to let me live at all?" he shot back rhetorically. He'd had experience with hecklers like this in the Dark Lands, but most of them he had been capable of dispatching. He wasn't so sure about this one. His backside buried deeply in the soft mud, the dark elf tore off the wrappings that were now only restricting his movements, and his black chest became fully visible, while the wrapping around his legs simply fell away, revealing a pair of gray trousers beneath. An old, worn dagger, as well as a thin shaft, opposite, hung from his waist now, along with a small pouch, but Tazdril's hands went nowhere near the objects, not yet. "What the hell did you do to Tracyn?" he asked, his look of terror had been replaced with an expression denoting bewilderment, though he was no less scared of the rat now than he had been previously. |
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| Vernon | Fri Aug 14, 2009 3:52 am Post #8 |
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Vernon chuckled softly as the Dark elf fell over backwards. Vernon could tell already that playing with this kid was going to be a blast. "I let many intruders leave alive. The question is always how badly one want's to live. All mistakes come at a cost what will be yours?" Vernon explained as he advanced. He wasn't surprised the elf was trying to take of the awkward inane bandages wrapped about him, but he was surprised at all that lay underneath. Most males that wandered about in such a manner often were fruity which wasn't surprising for an elf though Vernon assumed it was less common among dark elves. The word was a horrible misnomer; for all the unfortunate souls he had tasted none reminded him much of fruits, though they often did taste better for some reason. "Tracyn?" Vernon repeated not immediately recognizing the name. He knew he had heard it before, but he didn't always collect the names of his victims and there were simply so many. How ever could he possibly keep up with them all? Vernon noted the way the question was asked and it lead him to believe that Tracyn was the Dark elf's lover or what ever they liked to call them selves these days. Oddly enough the though reminded Vernon of who Tracyn was. Tracyn was the innocent lamb in wolf's clothing. Utterly repugnant as were those who could give cocern for the abomination. Vernon stopped just within whipping range of the elf's exposed chest, yet while the whip danced in Vernon's hand it didn't strike out for the Dark Elf's blood. "Ah yes I remember him well, now. He was quite fun to play with. To tell you would be simply no good it's something that needs to be shown. So I'll ask one more time how badly do you wish to live," Vernon replied slowly before snapping the whip at the Dark elf's chest. So long as the Dark elf held magical power the wound would heal but the attack would still be dreadfully painful as magical power was sapped away. |
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| Tazdril | Thu Aug 20, 2009 6:40 pm Post #9 |
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"So I'll ask one more time: How badly do you wish to live?" Vernon hissed, before lashing his whip once again. Tazdril sort of expected it to crack harmlessly before him again, but when he was struck in the bare chest. He cried out and doubled over, clutching his breast where he was struck. The dark elf had never had a very high pain threshold, but he would need to develop one if he wished to survive this encounter. "I wish to live as badly as anyone," he grunted as he raised his head to look Vernon in the eyes, his hand still covering the lash on his chest. Never before, even in cruel Menzoberranzan, had he ever felt the sting of such a whip. He was biting down hard on his lip, but not enough that it yet bled. "What trials am I to face, then?" Tazdril wondered aloud as he slowly corrected his posture. The wound's agony still pulsed through him, seeming to grow more intense the longer it remained there on his breast, and slowly, he seemed to lose the will to stand. |
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| Vernon | Thu Aug 20, 2009 10:20 pm Post #10 |
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Vernon's sadisitc grin widened with Taz's outcry. Screamers were always fun to play with. "A poor choice of words," Vernon said as he lashed out the whip again for Taz. "I can show you many of my intruders that din't wish to live very much, or at least I can show you their bones, but I won't hold your words against you," Vernon said before licking the blades of the whip. The dark elf had delectable taste on him. Letting him leave alive didn't seem the wisest choice. Letting him leave unharmed of course seemed impossible. Certainly couldn't have him as pet. If whipped enough the squemishness would go away so that wasn't the issue, the issue was that the elf was simply delicous. Vernon would eat up eating the fellow alive sooner or later, perhaps instead he could just fatten the fellow in preperation. "As for your trials it really depends on how fun you are to play with, and you'd better be pretty darn fun because you are absolutely delicous. Because I'm such a nice guy we can play the games I played with Tracyn..... or I can whip up something more 'fun'," Vernon snickered. The word fun clearly emphasized in such a manner that suggest as one could imagine that Vernon was the only one that would be having anything remotely near fun. |
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| Tazdril | Sun Aug 23, 2009 8:41 am Post #11 |
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Tazdril merely gasped this time as the whip struck him a second time, this time hitting his right forearm as it cradled his chest. He watched, horrified, as the putrid creature licked the whip, as if taste-testing Tazdril himself. Truly, the dark elf had met some warped characters in his life in Menzoberranzan, but never had he come across someone so alarmingly perverse as Vernon the rat. He simply groaned at the proposition placed before him by the marsh's master. Somehow he doubted any horrifying torture would but remotely similar to Tazdril's definition of fun. After seeing Tracyn's obvious trauma, he doubted the rat would even let him leave with his sanity intact. "I rather like my arm," the dark elf finally decided, stating the phrase bluntly. "Why don't you concoct something more original for me?" he challenged, his posture staggered, his arms hanging obediently at his sides, and his face contorted in such a way that any attempts at intimidation would no doubt be futile. He had to be blunt. He had to stand up. He knew that if he showed too many signs of submission, the rat would likely just eat him. Something nagged at him though. He seemed to be awfully tired for little more than standing. Previously, he had been walking, and breaking periodically, for little more than two hours, and when he entered the marsh, he felt no fatigue at all. It seemed now though, that the effects of the vampiric whip were beginning to take their toll. |
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| Vernon | Tue Aug 25, 2009 1:43 am Post #12 |
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"I was hoping you'd say that, though it would be cute for you to mirror your little lover-boy," Vernon grinned as he conteplated removing the arm in light of the elf's prefferance to keep it. He could even let the elf keep the arm as a sort of souvenier, or not the elf was too delicous to keep the whole thing. Vernon decided against at least starting off there. Certainly would make the elf difficult to keep alive, though that wasn't a requirement. "I'll reward your proper choice with a feast. Being not much more than skin and bones you look like you could use one. Quite simple really. You eat what I give you, struggle and I begin to eat you. Not gonna stop till I'm fully convinced you're stuffed to the brim," Vernon exclaimed as vines from nearby plants snaked in towards Tazdril's backside. They didn't yet make to ensare the dark elf yet but they were close enough that they would be able to move on to that act soon. "We could begin here or would you prefer a more homey enviorment?" Vernon asked curious wondered if he would fufill the elf's wish or his own desire to crush his wishes. It wasn't often he got to show old lairs that were in his possession, least not to anyone he was trying to keep alive. Why was he entertaining the idea of keeping the elf alive though? Perhaps he needed to change his mind on that choice. |
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| Tazdril | Tue Aug 25, 2009 7:38 pm Post #13 |
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Tazdril ignored the comment about his "lover-boy" and simply glared, though in memory of the healer's and dark elf's encounter, he could feel blood rush to his cheeks. The stench of the swamp was overpowering, and a "feast" prepared by this nauseating creature somehow seemed very unappealing, and being slowly eaten alive was definitely not a dream of his. "We could begin here, or would you prefer a more homey environment?" Every word the rat uttered caused a chill to run down the dark elf's spine. The chill was certainly not eased by the detection of movement behind him, but he didn't dare take his eyes off the master of the marsh. He wondered what the rat meant by homey. If Tazdril knew anything about this creature, it was that he had a tenancy to glorify the rather unpleasant. Going by the odor of the marsh alone, he felt that whatever the creature considered "homey" would be anything but. "Well, if you expect me to dine, you should at least give me a tour," the dark elf muttered sarcastically, still struggling under the pain and energy-leeching power of the whip's bite, causing him to intake sharp breaths as he spoke. |
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| Vernon | Thu Sep 3, 2009 7:21 pm Post #14 |
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The dark elf's dark skin prevented Vernon from noticing the blush, though Vernon presumed the dark elf had such affections for the pathetic werewolf anyways. Given how much of a pansy the werewolf was it wasn't too hard to beleive the feelings were mutual. Perhaps he could try and spark rage in the beast later by using the elf as a damzel in distress. If that failed maybe the death of the elf would spark some violent emotion. For now Vernon would hold off on both options. He didn't even know where the mutt was, though he had clues. "This is the Hauntwood Marsh, not some tourist attraction, you twit," Vernon snarled snapping the whip again infront of the elf's face. A few flecks of blood that had not been captured by Vernon's tongue were flicked in the dark elf's direction by the action. "Not too many sites of interest to see, even less for one who drowns in water. Nevertheless I suppose I could show you around," Vernon grinned before whistling. It was not long before the call was answered by a rabble of screetches. The swarm of bats flew along side Vernon and the dark elf in a matter of seconds a with wet green sleigh hovering above them. The swarm halted it's advance there as it awaited further command from Vernon. "Hurry up and get in before I add more to what needs to be done," Vernon grinned as he tapped his foot impatiently. Chances were he was going to do that anyways, though the threat was often a good motivator. The Sleigh was wet from a recent dive into the marsh but it wasn't too slippery to board. Both the back and front seats were empty, but Vernon pondered filling the backseats with some of the audience that was hopeful for some action. |
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| Tazdril | Mon Sep 7, 2009 4:26 am Post #15 |
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Tazdri's eyelids fluttered as the whip lashed out, but besides the tiny flinch, the dark elf kept his muscles tense as specks of his own blood splattered his face. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling at the rat's attempted insult, one that didn't exactly phase the proud elf. He had to admit, he was impressed by the sleigh, and the vile animals at Vernon's command. It was an admirable vehicle, driven by a swarm of bats beneath it. The dark elf has seen several aerial vehicles before, such as flying carpets in Istan, and other enchanted materials, but never had he seen anything that peaked his interest as the sleigh did. He hardly needed to rat's threat to clamber into the sleigh, almost hesitating as he considered the reality of what he was doing, but continuing the action anyway. Obviously, obedience was his best chance of survival, for now. As he sat in the sleigh, Tazdril was filled with an unusual sense. He had never flown before, and even next to a filthy vermin who would love nothing more than to devour him, the thrill of being off the ground, even if it was only a small amount, and there were bats below, carrying the vessel, was fantastic. Not once did he let his guard down, however. He was fascinated, but far from stupid. Obediently he sat in the sleigh, awaiting whatever might follow. |
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