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[celestialdragon]

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"Then please specify next time, Jester, we can't afford miscommunicatons," she said. She looked around, waiting for the men to get back with their suspects.

 

[bindingeagle]

"I can do that," he said, lighting his pipe. Soon the four suspects were rushed into the tavern, all the rookies looking very smug.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika smiled softly to herself. She tied the bandits down with vines she conjured up. "Good work boys. Stand guard. Jester and I have some work to do." She looked at her instructor. "You want to deliver punishments? Or shall I?"

 

[bindingeagle]

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, giving her a sideways glance out of curiosity.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Well, to me, it doesn't matter what magic I use," she said, shrugging. "I'm only asking you out of politeness and because you have more field experience in one of the magics."

 

[bindingeagle]

"That would make things very uncomfortable indeed," he said, looking over the three men and the woman leading them. "Somehow I don't think asking nicely for information will work."

 

[celestialdragon]

"Indeed. So do you want to ask questions?" She asked, rolling up her sleeves.

 

[bindingeagle]

"I think you can handle it," Jester said. "I'll be on hand in case things go awry, and young Derrick will be more than capable of assisting you."

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika smiled at the young man. "Indeed."

She sized up the prisoners in front of her. "I'm going to say this once, and once only. Failure to comply will result in humiliation and pain. Failure to cooperate entirely will earn you a one way ticket to the local orc, who is the sergeant at the barracks here. Do we understand?"

She looked at the youngest male. "What was your mission?"

 

[bindingeagle]

The youngest male clearly was not expecting any of this to have happened and looked very timid. "I was supposed to set main buildings on fire."

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika nodded, finding truth in that. She turned to the next oldest male. "And your mission?"

 

[bindingeagle]

"I don't go in for specifics, I'm a generalized chaos kind of guy," he said smugly. "That answer your question, wench?"

 

[celestialdragon]

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So rude. And no, it doesn't. I want specifics, dear," she said. A few quick spells later, and she placed the enlargement and sensitivity spell upon his balls and his pecs.

 

[bindingeagle]

The man began to squirm. "Seriously, I do whatever comes into my head, as long as it sends the guard into disarray."

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika nodded. "That's better." She shrunk the enlargement spell, but not so far that he was back to normal. She turned to the eldest male. "And your task?"

 

[bindingeagle]

The oldest male said nothing but smiled and gave her the finger. The youngest looked at him, shocked from the use of blue magic earlier. "He doesn't have a tongue," he stammered. "That's why Ashglow sent him."

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika nodded. "Then perhaps you would be so kind to tell me his mission?" she asked him softly. With a flick of her wrist, a piece of rope was wrapped around the oldest man's finger and was pulling on it quite nicely, making him loose circulation.

 

[bindingeagle]

"We were each briefed individually," he said softly, knowing he couldn't help out his companion.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika silently swore, but nodded. "I see." She turned to the woman. "Could you tell me your task, my lady?" she asked.

 

[bindingeagle]

"I very much could and will," she said, grinning evilly. "I was supposed to capture Keth."

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika matched her evil grin. "I highly doubt you can capture my lover," she said very sweetly. She shrugged. She looked at the older man. "I'm going to guess your job was to kill Flish and myself, or at the very least, see myself captured. Am I right?"

 

[bindingeagle]

The old man just shrugged and hung limp against his bonds.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Now, now, old man," Al'ika said, going over and looking at him in the eyes, crouching down to do so. "I'm not letting you get a free pass just because your tongue's been cut out. I know what that means in Ashglow's world. You're an assassin. Flish would be a target, because he knows too much about Ashglow's plans, being his son and all, and Flish is no longer useful to him, since their bond is broken. I'm a target, because I'm on Ashglow's nerves. However, he may not want me dead, so I can serve him in the vilest ways possible. So answer my question, NOW."

 

[bindingeagle]

The old man bit down and soon began foaming at the mouth before fading off into death.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Suicide pill," Al'ika swore softly. She held out her hand. "Spit your suicide pills into my hand RIGHT NOW, or by the Goddesses, I will brand you all to death."