Cursed Revenge (closed for Imcms)

[DeathsKnight]

Corvus was bent over the well in his sanctuary, the cool water was black as ink and colder than the glaciers of the north, he stared down into the dark depths, his mind a constant turmoil. How the magicks have aided him, how they have made him strong, feared and how they have helped him to plan his revenge. A cold smile crept over his dark lips, revealing pointed fangs for teeth, he once was a man, but that was in an age long past now. Now he is Corvus the Immortal. Cursed by a jealous rival, a fellow suitor to the hand of an elven maiden, a mad gypsy, Nevill McGavin in a fit of rage spoke a curse out over him. A curse which did not take complete hold as he himself was magically gifted, but it transformed him into the hulking monster he is today.

He tilted his head, a name whispered from the well: "Nadya...Nadya McGavin"
He growled at the family name, pointing one black fingernail at the dark waters he spat out the words,

"What of her, you dredged slime?"

The waters stirred, almost angrily, but a growl from him stilled it, then his answer came: "Mixed race...coming of age...if she reaches her potential...she will be stronger...than you."

Corvus stared coldly at the waters, his ice blue eyes a stark contras to his dark visage, was this his time? The time for his revenge? An evil grin spread over his face,

"Show her to me."

Again the waters churned, but when it settled a scene opened itself to Corvus' eyes, at first a map, then the image stirred and showed a forest, then it went closer, showing the gypsy camp, then finally it settled on the tent where Nadya would be. As he looked, she came out of the tent, he took in the image and then turned away.

"Time to ride."

He walked through the cold, bleak courtyard to a tower, he climbed it and at the top sat a beast which looked much like a giant bat. It snapped at him, but quickly settled when he held out a hand, it climbed down from it's perch and made a small squealing sound when he rubbed over the leathery neck. He swung himself onto it's back, it waddled to the open side and dove, spreading it's wings to glide effortlessly towards the distant forest, where Corvus knew his prey to be.

 

[lmcms]

Nadya stood infront of the mirror she had been permitted to use to dress and make ready for the ritual ceremony that would grant her the use of all her powers to use to protect her people. Her long wavey blood red hair shone in the light of the candles, her smooth, flawless, milky skin had been scrubbed clean with the use of herbs. Eyes that matched the blue green of the see stared back her with nervousness and excitement. She looked over her 5’9” frame dressed in her ceremonial clothing and let out a musical laugh thinking she looked more like a harem girl than gypsy princess. The jewels in her belly button winked at her in the light of the candle.

Tomorrow would be her twenty first birthday and at midnight the ceremony would begin. She had been trained for this all her life and looked forward to her coming of age ceremony. There would be many new responsiblities for her to take up but the one she considered the most important was protecting her people from all harm including that of the man her great grandfather had cursed. She was ashamed of the man but not of her people she knew he had been a selfish and greedy man. But this knowledge would not keep her people safe from the man who knew just how far her great grandfather would go.

All these thoughts were muddling her brain so she stepped out of her tent that was one the outer edge of the camp. She inhaled deeply of the night air as the cool breeze lifted her hair and skirts making them dance. She closed her eyes letting calm come for her and settle deep with her soul. A faint noise that did not belong to the night and caused her to snap her eyes open and stare straight head at the edge of the woods that was but feet from where she stood when a tall figure in a black emerged from the shadows.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Corvus

The whispers seemed to come from everywhere, on the wind, rustling through the trees, the underbrush, the grass at her feet. It started faintly, growing in volume as the figure stood still in front of her.

"nadya...nadya...Nadya...Nadya"

Suddenly the figure hissed, throwing open it's wings, it was Corvus' mount! From behind her came a bone-chilling voice, as cold as the snow blown winds in the winter.

"Nadya McGavin."

Before she could react to his presence, a ball of black lightning hit her square in the back of the head. He had chosen the spell not for it's strength, but that it would not cast any light. He easily lifted the slight form of the girl with one arm and mounted the creature, with a slight jump of it's powerful limbs it spread open it's wings and with strong beats took it's burden back to it's home. Corvus gazed down at the unconscious form resting on his lap, she was pretty by human standards, even pretty by elven standards...question was...could she handle pain as well as both her races? A wicked grin bared his fangs once more.

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After reaching his home, he had moved down to the dungeon, after securing the limp form to a chair, he made sure that her hands was secured enough so that she could not use them, he gagged her as well, he was very conscious of how gypsy magic worked and he knew that by removing her ability to utter the words, she could not curse him any further, with her hands secured she could not cast any elven magic. He settled down into a chair in the darker corner of the dungeon and awaited for her to regain her consciousness.

 

[lmcms]

Nadya slowly came back to the world of the living with her eyes still closed she could feel the pain radiating from the back of her skull. She processed the pain in her mind and reached to discover what she could before she opened her eyes. She noticed her hands were tied and that she was gagged so her attacker and apparently kidnapper was smart. Still with her eyes closed and her form relaxed she sent one of the magics in her that need not voice or hands. This magic could do no harm could only tell her if other magic was around her.

She felt the darkness that surround the man with her and knew instantly who it was from the stories she had been told. She felt the first shimmer of real fear simmer down her spine like cold fingers. Slowly she opened her eyes and look to where she had sensed him. She would have uttered his name had she not been gaged so instead she steadily kept her unique blue green eyes on she shadowy corner and waited for him. Nadya knew he was there and knew too even if she was free she would not have the power to defeat him since the ceremony had yet to have been preformed. She did not let this stop her as she kept her gaze trained on him waiting without so much as blinking.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Corvus

He watched as she awoke, a faint tingling proved that she had more magic in her, it was surprising, but so far she had not tried to strike at him. He looked at her stare, so courageous, so sure of her own power. He rose to his feet, his 6'11" frame dwarfed many men and he knew that he towered over her, seated or not. He moved closer to her, leaning down to her, he used one of his hands to brush his hood back. He grinned at her, allowing her to get a full dose of what her great-grand father had done to him.

"Good evening Nadya...I hope you enjoy your stay with me."

He chuckled darkly at his words as he stood up, he moved to stand behind her, his talon-like nails slowly gliding up her bare arms, only to cause more pressure as they get to her shoulders and once they reached her neck, his warm hands closed around her neck.

"It would be so easy to just snap your neck..."

He leaned closer, his cold breath against her ear,

"But where is the fun in that?"

He chuckled and almost absentmindedly whipped his left hand across her face, leaving four bleeding marks on her left cheek. He casually licked his nails clean and then moved to a table out of her reach, but in view.

"Now then, with what of my little toys will we start your pleasurable stay?"

He frowned and stopped, turning to face her,

"You do know why I'm doing this right?"

 

[lmcms]

Nadya watched as he revealed his face to her but still she did not blink or take her eyes from him. She could well see the darkness that had consumed him and insteady of feeling fear she felt only pitty and sorrow. She rolled her eyes at his comment as he stood behind her apparently, she decided, he liked the sound of his own voice. Though the coolness of his breath on her ear made her shiver slightly it was the only emotion she gave him.

The slap when it came took her by surprise and had she not been gag she would have hissed from the sting of it. She watched him with cold eyes as he licked his fingers and moved to a table that she had been trying to ignore. It had many different insturments laid out on it she was sure all of them were for torture. She would give him this much he may talk a lot but he didn’t waste his time. When he asked if she knew why he was doing this she looked him straight in the eyes and gave a short nod. There was no fear in her gaze just curiousity, pity, and acceptance that he would do what he willed.

Even though her magic was weaker than his and most of it was void due to the gag and restrainst she would not break or go meekly into the place he ment to send her. She was a gypsy princess soon to be a gypsy queen and she would prove even in her death that she was worthy of her birth right.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Corvus

"Good, shedding blood without knowing why is such a waste."

He picked up what seemed to be a mace, but with magic it was still hard, but not as hard as wood or metal. With a flick of his wrist he brought the improvised mallet down on her left wrist with a meaty thud. From experience he knew it must feel like he have just broken her wrist, while in reality it was far from it. It would swell and be stiff for a few days, but after that all normal. Of course he would have enjoyed it if he could hear her scream, curse, cry or just even suck in a breath, but he was not stupid, he knew what a free mouth would cause. He smacked the business end onto his open palm as he perused her body, the wrist would hurt, but then again, any blunt impact was bound to hurt. Another flick and the head slammed into her right forearm, he followed through and slammed it into her right thigh.

He stood back and watched her, of course her mentality and will power will be strong, she was raised to be a leader. For a brief moment he wondered why she was not protected, but then again, perhaps they thought him to be just another legend of old. An old man who only wanted revenge because his plans was foiled by their heroic leader. Slightly angered he slapped her again, this time a backhand shot with his right hand, deepening the cuts on her left cheek, making them bleed freely.

"The only way that you can understand who I am, is when you feel the pain he made me suffer."

Again the head of his weapon landed on her flesh with a meaty thud, he pulled the head away from her upper left arm and walked back to the table, laying the weapon down as one would put a child to rest. Then he hefted a wicked looking dagger, curved and obviously razor sharp.

 

[lmcms]

Nadya clamped her teeth down around the gag at the pain that shot through her arm. She worked on blocking the pain but still her back arched in the agony of it but better to arch than start to cry right off the bat. Before he even spoke she knew she was “paying for the sins of the father” so to speak. She had always had animosity for her great grandfather but now with every pain enflicked on her that animosity grew. When he back handed her she felt the blood flow more freely from the cuts there.

As he came back to her with a dagger she tried to swallow. She did not fool herself that if her death was what he wished that it would be quick. She looked up at him not even trying to hide from him she was proud of who she was if not of all her ancisters. She was not weak or meek she was strong of heart and mind. IF she could not hide from the pain she would not hide from him either.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Corvus

He knelt down next to her, the blade touching her skin, the cold metal resting against her upper arm, he slowly pressed the blade to her arm, pulling it downwards, he watched as the skin peeled open under the blade. With a grunt of satisfaction he got to his feet, he pulled off his cloak to reveal his body underneath. Dressed in only his boots and black pants, it was clear that even after all these years he still had the build of the strong, handsome man he was back then, the muscles still bunched and rippled underneath his skin as he moved. One thing that time could not remove was the scars, most self-inflicted, the others gained in duels with other warlocks. He ran his tongue over the blade, tasting her blood. It was sweet, but still carried that power in it. He ran his fingers over the cuts on her cheek, muttering a word and with a flash, the slashes started to heal, he grinned as he knew pain would be lancing through her. He had tested the same spell on himself many times to make certain that it worked. This time he used the blade of the dagger, cutting open her cheekbones and jaw, the supremely sharp edge gliding though skin and muscle like it wasn't even there.

"You look at me like you have no reason to fear me. I will show you otherwise."

He wasn't sure if she could hear him through the pain as he laid open her face, but he knew that it was wounds that could be healed...with greater pain. He chuckled as he watched her bleed.

 

[lmcms]

Nadya sucked in a deep breath through her nose at the sever pain she was experiancing in her body. It came so steadily and was so sever she had trouble blocking most of it with her mind. Again her back arched away from the chair she was restrained to. She barely heard him over the pain she was feeling and the sound of her blood rushing in her ears but she heard him. She almost wished he would ungag just long enough to tell him the truth.

As soon as she had seen him she knew her fate would be painful fearing him would do her no good so she accepted it, one has no need to fear what the accept. She wanted to tell him so badly she almost used her most coveted and hiden talent of speaking in another’s mind but managed to resist. She had a feeling once he knew she could do speak to him without casting a spell he would insist she converse with him and she was not yet ready to do this. She knew the damage he was giving her would scar and she felt no fear or hatrad of him for it she knew were the blame lay. She was so distracted by the pain it took her brain a long time to realise he had removed his clock and knelt beside her with his chest bare. Even in her pain fogged brain she had to admit he was ruggedly handsome and desirable even with the black magic coursing through him.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Using his thumb and forefinger he scraped her blood from the blade, it had a good quality to it. Power to be exact. He looked at his handiwork, the skin hanging in tatters, the bones sticking out through the bloody mess. It was actually much more fun than he had anticipated...of course he felt a bit sorry for her, but that was the part of him that remained human. The part which wanted to forgive, but it was also the part who screamed for revenge for being bound to his undead form.

"Hold this for me."

He stabbed the dagger into her right forearm and moved back to the table, picking up a bowl he moved back to her, she was not in a good form at all, perhaps he went a bit too fast in his eagerness for revenge? He placed the bowl with water on her lap, using both hands he pressed most of the skin back into position, again the muttered words and the healing started again, he smiled at her discomfort as she writhed in the chair. It was satisfying after all.

 

[lmcms]

When he slammed the blade through her forarm she saw black dot dance before her eyes and had to forcefully consintrat not to pass out from the extreme pain. She felt weak and her breathing was heavy but still she gave herself credit for having not shed tears yet. When he set a bowl of water down she stared at it curiously then him. When he pushed her skin back together and it started to heal again she bucked wildly the first tear falling from the corner of her eye. She had no idea why the healing hurt ten times worse than the actual wound but it did and it was almost more than she could bare.

Blackness again began to try to creep in but she tried to push it back barely succeeding as another tear fell. She tried to keep her anger at herself for the tears at bay reminding herself of how long she had lasted before they fell of all she had endured. Slowly she began to formulate a plan but it would be long and painful.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He waited for her body to calm down, he noticed the tears, but he knew that extreme pain brought tears no matter what. There was no emotion behind those tears of her's. He held up the water and he made sure that she could see that it was warm, dipping a piece of cloth into it, he wiped the blood from her face. Then he returned to his table and returned with a short wooden shaft, iron nails protruding from it. With little effort he impaled it into her left thigh, then he leaned over her and with a gentle touch ran a finger tip over her cheek. He cocked his head to one side, then withdrew the dagger from her arm, again he licked it clean. Watching her closely he wondered if she tasted as good on the outside as well. He shrugged the thought away and casually stuck the dagger into her right thigh, right on the spot he had hit a bit earlier. He knew there was a mayor blood vessel there, so he kept away from it, instead he stood up and pointed at the dagger's hilt, a thin stream of fire lanced from his finger and engulfed the dagger's hilt, making the blade grow hotter with each passing second. Then finally he stopped as the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. He knelt down next to her again, resting his warm palm on her chin, lifting her head to face him, even though forceful there was a slight tenderness in his touch, his cold breath washed over her again as he leaned close.

"How can I even offer you water or food if I can't even open your mouth to let it into you?"

He cocked his head to one side, then touched her cheek with a talon,

"Perhaps I should just cut another hole, one which you cannot speak through."

He nodded to himself, then ignoring the dagger stuck into her leg as well as the spike shaft imbedded into her other leg, he turned and moved towards his table.

 

[lmcms]

The pain, the scent of her own burnt flesh, the sound of his voice as cold as the feel of his breath, all of it became too much. She knew darkness would claim her soon and she would pass out. Again she gave herself props for how long she had lasted with the things he had put her through. When he walked away she let her head fall for the first time and closed her eyes. She wasn’t out yet she was just taking a break hoping to let herself stay in the here and now a little longer. She didn’t know why she thought it so important to last as long as possible when darkness would have been a refuge in her torment there would be no more pain or sight or smells. There would be simply nothing.

She sighed a heavy breath through her nose and reminded herself over and over she was not suffering for her owns sins but for that of her great grandfather. The man was not punishing her but punishing him through her. She would be strong no matter what. She would not shame her people and she would not shame herself. She would sacrifice herself for her people’s peace but she would not go in shame. Opening up the blue green eyes and lifting her head she looked at him again with a new determination even as slow silent tears slipped out.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Corvus

He turned back to face her, another knife in his hand, the look in her eyes made him grin,

"Ah yes, the defiance of your race."

He knew that she knew which one he spoke of, he came over to her with the knife still in his hand, he rested his hand on the barbed shaft, pushing it deeper into her flesh and then without warning extracted the burnt dagger, the heat had actually burned it on to her skin and muscles and as he withdrew it, they tore open as she had nowhere to go and the force was too much to keep the blade inside of her flesh and skin. He examined the dagger and tossed it casually aside, it landed on it's tip and stood quivering on the torture rack not far from her position.

He casually tested the knife's edge on her left arm, but found it lacking in sharpness, he turned and almost as an after thought ripped the barbed shaft from her leg, tearing skin and muscle tissue out along with it. He moved over to the table and produced a poker, he walked over to her, the poker heating up as magick flowed from his hand into the metal, making the whole poker glow a fiery red.

"Got to keep the wounds clean."

With a sick smile he pressed the metal to the new cuts on her arm, the bleeding stab/burn wound on her right thigh and the puncture/rip wounds on her left thigh. He showed no mercy as he pressed the metal hard and deep, making sure that the pain was overwhelming as was the stench of burning skin and flesh.

 

[lmcms]

She would have screamed from the pain had she not been gagged and being gaged she couldn’t well breath through her mouth so had no choice but to inhale the scent of her own burning flesh and tissue. Silent tears again raced down her cheek and still she did not blame him. As he placed the burning hot poker over the last wound she lost the fight with the darkness and pain and went limp before him her eyes closing and her breath deathly shallow. She was sure death had claimed her and she resented it.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Corvus

He settled the smoking poker aside and tested how conscious she was, but she was out. He unbinded her, then picking her up gently, he carried her up to a room, he laid her down in a soft bed. From the shelf on a nearby wall he pulled a rope that he had spent years on. It nullified magic, he know that he should have used it in the dungeon, but he was too much in a hurry, why he feared that she would wake up before he had her tied down he did not know. He bound her hands to the headboard of the bed. He kept her gagged though, he had no other option for that. He placed his hand on each of the injuries, letting them heal through his own energy. It was one of the first magicks he had learned, back then it was not used to inflict pain, but to heal and help. It was this magic he used now to restore her wounds, to prevent her dieing. He was not sure why he did it though, perhaps deep inside of him he felt a slight bit of compassion, but he knew that is would not rob him of his revenge. He stood there looking down at her figure sprawled on the bed, then he left, returning with a tray filled with food and cold water, he had also taken the time to pull his cloak back on. He placed the tray and pitcher down on the table and took a seat, his ice blue eyes intent on her still form.

 

[lmcms]

Nadya was unsure of how long she had been out but knew it had been a little bit again before she opened her eyes she took stock of her body and surroundings. She felt no pain now and instinctive knew that he had healed her she could feel the residue of his magic left behind. She was no longer in the chair or even in the dungeon for that matter. She was still bound this time to a bed. She tried to tell herself this was a good thing. She felt a pull on her own magics and figured it was probably the ropes or something else touching her that did it. She knew it would nullify her spoken and hand magic while severly weakening her mind magic but the again her mind magic was all together different than most and very very rare.

She knew he was in the room she could faintly feel his magic. Slowly she opened her eyes and again looked dead at him. She saw the food beside him and decided it was time to play ball now that she temperally wasn’t hurting. She shouted in her own mind but knew it would sound in his like a faint whisper.

“How do you plan to feed me if you never cut that second hole? I suppose I could promise not to curse you but you wouldn’t believe me. So how will I eat or shall I starve while I watch you eat?” She said never taking her eyes from him waiting for his reaction.

 

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He felt magick reaching out to him, but it was not malevolent so he allowed it to enter his mind, he grinned, it was a very rare talent which she had, not only rare but it just showed how powerful she would become with the ritual. Of course the grin made him look like a wolf who had sensed it's prey, or in his case a vampire with too much fangs smelling blood.

"So you have much more hidden talents? How fascinating. But I have been sitting her wondering that same thing. Could I trust you? It was trust which caused..."

He motioned to his face and rest of his body,

"This. A constant reminder to never trust your type."

He paused and stared hard at her,

"You motioned that you knew why I am doing this. But do you know the truth? Or do you know only the tale that your great-grandfather have told your people?"

He motioned to the food and water,

"I wish to feed you, so that your body can replenish the blood you have lost, but it is up to you to prove you are to be trusted, otherwise you will have to bleed more to eat."

 

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Nadya studied Corvus with steady eyes as she gathered what strength she could while her magic was drained by ropes but again she was pleased with herself that even with the pull on her magic he had been able to hear her words in his mind. She noticed that he was not upset to learn of her skills but that he seemed rather pleased with the development. Even though he was being corgale and it would seem was willing to feed her she did not fool herself into believing that he was finished toruting her. No, this was just a breif respite while she regained physical strength.

"The choice Lord Corvus is yours. If you care to hear the tell I know I will have to be ungagged the story is too long and draining to tell this way." She once again shouted in her head but knew was only a whisper of sound in his.

She did not dare us her mind to tell the story especially not with the ropes that nullified most of her magic. She knew the more power she used the less she would have and the story as she knew it. Not only what was told to her but also what she had seen in dreams could not bare to have words lost or else one might not understand her meaning. She watched him as he sat by the food and waited for his decision.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Corvus looked at her, a small smile creeping over his lips,

"So clever you are. But I will not be fooled so easily. Calling me lord."

He scoffed and got to his feet, taking hold of her left arm, he untied it, then moved it closer to her head, this freed up some rope. The excess he ran around her neck, making a knot at the base of her head, where the magic would have to pass through to let a curse work. He was most certain that now she had little to no power and what power she still had he could protect himself against.

He removed her gag and before she could say anything he cast a protection spell on himself, a black substance flowing from his hands to cover his aura. He then stepped back and looked down at her as she lay tied to the bed.

"First tell your tale, then I will feed you."

It was not a trade or a black mail attempt, it was how he wanted it and he was sure that it was the way he would have it.

 

[lmcms]

Nadya sighed a heavy breath het first deep breath in what seemed like forever without the gag in her mouth. She looked him in the eye her eyes steady on his but even though she looked at him unblinking her gaze became far off and distant as she began to tell her tale.

"Long ago there was an elven maiden whose beauty it us said surpassed all others. This lovely maiden had to suitors for her hand in marriage. One was a powerful gypsy prince who was average in looks, the other was a great warlock who possessed power and beauty. The gypsy prince with his average looks feared the maiden would choose the handsome warlock over him so he decided on a plan to ensure he won the maidens hand, but he did not want the maiden for love but so that hid people could have more power. The gypsy set out to befriend the warlock.

Once the gypsy had befriended the warlock and gained his trust the gypsy planned a trip for them and the warlock went gladly not knowing the gypsy had only wanted to isolate them so none would see his crimes. Once there the gypsy tortured the warlock and cast a spell on the watlock but the warlock was as powerful as the gypsy and so the spell to miam and damage did not workas planned instead the warlock became more than human his tender loving emotions only there to haunt him. The gypsy in his greed and power ran quickly while the warlock was down. He told all that the warlock had died in an accident and made it so he could quickly marry the maiden before the warlocks return. In his greed and selfishness he had taken most the warlocks humanity, his life as he had known it, and his love. For all this the warlock swore his revenge as was well his right."

Coming back to the present Nadya stared at his eyes one last moment before closing them with a sigh.

 

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Corvus watched her as she spoke, he was certain that was not the tale that was told to their people. He smirked as he turned away, lifting the tray he carried it over to her. Taking a seat, he filled the cup with water and held it to her lips to drink, then he started to cut the food into pieces, feeding her the pieces one-by-one. He didn't say a single word as he fed her and gave her more water to wash down the food, his actions a stark contrast to what he had already done to her and what his mind have already started to conceive what to do with her later on. When the food was finished, he rose, placed the tray to one side and without comment or warning fixed the gag to her mouth again, picking up the tray he looked down at her again.

"Sleep, you will need your rest."

He moved towards the door and paused,

"Tomorrow you will meet your arch-enemy."

He looked at her, his eyes a cold glimmer as a wicked smile curved his lips,

"Rosa-Anne was it? I will bring her to you before you awake."

He chuckled and left, a shadowy figure slipping in to stand at the foot of her bed, clearly a sentinel to watch over her as it's master left to do his own bidding.

 

[lmcms]

She was thankful for both the food and water after she told him the story. She didn't fight him when he re gagged her but laid there she had every intention of sleeping just as he suggested. At the mention of Rosa her eyes snapped open and he stared after him wandering what the hell he would be doing bringing her here, what did she have to do with all this? If it hadn't been for her powerful magic Rosa would have killed her at least twice. She knew Corvus didn't want her dead at least not yet and she knew with her being close to powerless Rosa would try yet again to kill her and gain her position as future queen of the gypsys. She closed her eyes again thinking of what to do.

She felt Corvus getting farther away and opened her eyes to stare at her guard using her mind speak she worked on convincing him to let her up to use the bathroom reminding him that she had been a good captive not fighting. Finally when she could no longer feel Corvus in the area the guard let her up carefully and guided her to the restroom but left her gagged. As soon as the door was closed she made quick work of the gag and opened the window. She was only on the second floor and whispered a spell that had roots making a ladder for her to climb down. As soon as her feet hit the ground she ran to the forest surrounding the fortress.

In the woods she sent word to her people letting them know she lived still. Finding a secluded area that was a bit hidden she sat and began gathering her magic. She was no coward she would not run but she would gather her strength and magic. Part of her piwer ceremony could be done solo and she quickly set to work doing it so she would be more powerful than before even ifshe was not in her full power. She would take his revenge but she would be fanned if Rosa would so much as touch her.

When the ceremony was complete she picked some berries to eat as she made her way back to the fortress she could feel Corvus getting closer and smiled to herself as she stood freely by the front doors and awaited his return.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He landed with his prize and carried the limp form of Rosa down to his basement, he bound her, but left her mouth free, he knew that her magic was so weak it was next to worthless. He frowned as he found the tree spirit guarding a bathroom door. He sighed as it relayed the news to him, then sent it on it's way. He descended the stairs down to the black pool, using it as a scrying stone to watch as Nadya prepared and performed the ritual, he could feel her magick growing stronger through the well. A dark visage looked up at him, it leered at him and he turned from the face of the creature he should have been. He felt her aproach and stop at the gate that led to his home. It may have been daylight, but shadows existed in daytime as well.

He cast a spell, he made certain that she could feel the magic, he hid his true intentions under the amount of power and moved to the gate and opened it. As it swung open there stood four of him, not images, but beings. Each with the same magick and strength that he possess and when he spoke all four of them spoke.

"You think you are strong enough? You had no rest, lost too much blood and had too little to eat. You should have fled to your people, there you stood a better chance."

The only problem was that the four creatures was not him, but the club which smashed into her back was him. He released the spell which cloaked his aura and magicks and picked her up with one hand by the neck, the club turning into a dark blade which he plunged into her abdomen without hesitation. He dropped her to the ground as the same protection spell covered his aura. He stared down at her, daring her to attack him.