Ulviir Ithravyr's Story

When the tiny creature started to move the hands gripping him tightened. Black Guard knights were best known for their strength in battle. And yet these seemed nervous. two of their members were kept with the wizard healers. Beaten it seemed by the tiny creature. When Ulviir gazed towards Jharhia one of the Black Guard stepped up and roughly dunked him back into the basin with a growl of some form.

Finally it ended as Jharhia stepped closer. Gazing towards the tiny demon two of her men carried carefully, tightly bound and gagged. She turned towards the other. She held out a hand for a dry stick and traded it for the fire poker. The look however said everything, stay close to me, I may need this when this is over. She stepped closer and flicked the stick, thin as a pencil and six times as long, yet strong as steel. It came to a halt within a hairs breadth from Ulviir's nose directly between his eyes as she spoke something to another with her. One of the Black Guard nodded and left the room as quickly as he was able.

Without a word she took in every detail of his face. From the bridge of his nose, to his eyes to his hair and finally to his ears and black skin. His stench was masked by the water. The steel rod Jharhia held acted more like a prodding tool. Finally she stepped back from the basin. "Get it out." She said tersely. At those words the three Blackguard all but dumped Ulviir from the basin of water to the floor at Jharhia's armored feet. Heavily gloved hands roughly lifted him to his feet to face her.

"Word has reached me that you entered a private zone reserved for some of our more..... fanciful members." Jharhia said calmly. She cast her gaze towards another, "Bisa piyambakipun mangertos kita? {Can he understand us ?}"

Aramaethe answered with a nod. "Kuwi kudu bisa, sawise kabeh, wong ketoke mangertos punapa Ladies marang wong {He should be able to, after all, he seemed to understand what the Ladies told him}" He said. The Witch Elves were none too happy to have their private sanctuary invaded by a outsider not of the Black Guard or Cold Ones. The swearing could be heard for ranks!

Jharhia turned back to Ulviir, and asked simply as she held her hand out and the white edged firepoker was placed in it as the steel rod was taken. A pair of heavy gloved hands removed the gag from Ulviir's mouth. "Tell me creature. What is it that others of your sorry kin call you ?" Her tone said volumes. All Dark Elves looked down on other races. And if she was looking down on his race... that meant something entirely different. The fact that he had seemed to invade on someones rather private party of lovely ladies might have something else to do it with it as well. That and the way she held the white glimmering firepoker.....

As to the current events that unfolded before Ulviir the quiet mocking from his quasit still chimed in his mind. Had he returned to one of the many planes that he was known then his head would have been instantly impaled on a pike and left to sit in the light of the sun for all to see. But instead this elvish woman dared treat him like a thing that could be thrown aside like a cheap meal one would give to the dogs. The nerve of this sun born wench! "A common tongue we do indeed share but for the likes of a bitch and her whelps I have seen better rulers of lowly whore priestesses and their rabble." Ulviir muttered as his silver eyes fell upon the hot poker the woman held onto just to mentally grimace as he knew what was to come.

"And yet I must return to how the mighty have fallen! Ulviir this is Terra and we mistakenly returned to this place only for you to die by the hands of some woman who looks fancier in her armor than you do whilst casting a simple spell."

The Quasit continued to mock his master with its mental goading while Ulviir quickly bit his tongue in hopes of keeping his mouth shut when and if the hot poker touched his skin. Gods forbid he would yell out that this woman was a harpy or something getting him kicked if he didn't. 'Double the beatings if I survive and no rest from the tasks I will find for you no matter how depraved they may be for one such as yourself.'

A slender hand snapped out faster then Ulviir could blink as Jharhia gripped his neck tightly in her free hand. the white glimmering firepoker in her other hand aved dangerously close to a certain part of his person. "If it were not for your pointed ears I'd have pegged your for a rotted human!" She hissed in his face as she gripped him. Her armored hands left marks on his neck when she let go seconds later.

"You have no idea what you are attempting you rotten creature!" She said. With that, her armored foot instead flicked up in a perfect arc. Directly where she had threatened with the firepoker. To the others she crowed out "Rendhem marang maneh! {Soak him again!}" She stepped back from Ulviir and went over to a control of some form. A lever. She pulled it. white fire spewed from a small furnace not far away that also fed to the water basin. She was heating the water.

"I will get what I need. And I will make sure you are alive to give it to me!" She said. The three Black Guard holding Ulviir picked him up again and made once more for the basin of water that had been refilled from the mountain stream. As soon as Ulviir was dunked back in it she pulled the lever enough to warm the water slightly. Just lukewarm at the moment. "Now, tell me this, creature. How long is it before the pain down below boils to completely cover the whole through heat ?" As she spoke the water steadily grew warmer.

All the while she wanted just one thing from him, his name. And his reason for intruding on the Witch Elves sanctuary, not even Jharhia went there when the Witch Elves were not in a good mood! And from this creatures intrusion on their sanctuary itself made it all the more reason for her NOT to try to playcate them at the moment. In fact it was the last thing on her mind, she herself was slightly shocked that the Witch Elves even allowed the Black Guard to take this sorry creature prisoner.

As soon as the water was warm enough, she stepped away from the lever and stood directly before Ulviir, "Who are you ? Why were you spying upon us ? Why did you enter the Witch Elves Sanctuary ? Do not make me ask again. Speak and I will spare you the pain!!" She was of course lying, but then she could manipulate to get what she needed, and this she needed dearly.

"Now that has to hurt! Pride in all Ulviir one would imagine a foolish errand when one sees it."

The Quasit once again mentally assaulted its master with its vulgar presence but Ulviir just scowled as things seemed to go down hill. It was then when he found himself facing the water once again and taking notice of how this woman was heating it that he suddenly began to laugh. "Do you think you scare me dog?" Ulviir turned his gaze away from the water only to suddenly be dunked in by one of the other just to then be brought up for air. The drow simply coughed a bit as he gasped for air only to then tighten his bound fists and tried to recall at least one of the words he needed for this situation.

Ulviir simply spit into the water and turned his gaze back to the woman who was trying her damnedest to get him to talk would find that he was a bit harder to crack and the scars on his back would be evidence enough that this was not his first time he had been tortured. "I am your worst nightmare when I can recall the words I am looking for. Now my staff or your life which is it?"

A wicked smile appeared on the Sorceress' face. "You are hardly the one to ask for anything creature! Maybe I should let the Ladies have their way with you, by time they are done with you, you'll be begging to tell me everything you know." With that she turned and threw the whitehot fire poker like a dart. It landed quarely in the rather personal region of a human man who screamed for a full minute then fainted dead away from the pain.

Turning back to Ulviir she made a motion and he was lifted from the water by the Black Guard and dropped at her feet. With her foot she flicked his chin so he'd look at her. "Once more. Who are you. And why did you tresspass. If you do not tell me, I will let the Brides of Khorne have their way with you." She stood and stepped back. Turning to a Black Guard at the door she said simply, "Summon Jiessr, I am sure thaty having to let go of a potential sacrifical victem must be angering for her. After all" She cast her gaze briefly towards Ulviir, "I am sure she can find some means to get me what I want to know."

The Black Guard nodded and waited. If the creature, Ulviir spoke anything of worth he'd stay, if not, he'd take off to fetch the Witch Elf as requested. She turned back to Ulviir, "Your staff ? You're joking right ? What of that..... thing ? It seems hardly enough to feed to a Cold One, much less yourself! And yet you ask me of where your staff is, when we do not know where it is at!" It was true, Jharhia had no idea what Ulviir was even talking about, though Tiessta might know. But she was with Jinjssr. That left very few options for Jharhia.

Jharhia snickered, then laughed, the crowing sound rang for a good minute before she calmed, "You know nothing of nightmares. You viewed our Brides of Khorne, now you speak of me not knowing nightmares, Ha! Be happy I am not throwing you to a Cold One, or worse, to a Daemonette!"

The quasit continued to snicker and Ulviir growled a bit as he had heard the mention of sacrifices and it was this bit that pushed him ever closer to his own fears.

"Wait!" The drow quickly spoke only to then turn to look at his familiar and frown a bit as the little bastard was enjoying every moment of this. "I traveled here by accident, a miscalculation, though I hate to admit it I suppose I should have waited to see if the crystals were aligned properly. Needless to say I traversed a portal right into the middle of your 'witches' and found myself here." Ulviir frowned a bit more as he lowered his gaze away from the woman as it was a mix of pride and fear that goaded him into this action now. "I am Ulviir Ithravyr and I..." Suddenly the words had come back to him as if he had spoken them just and with that his frown suddenly turned into a wicked smile.

"The Master finally recalls! How vile."

The quasit began to jump for joy a bit as Ulviir suddenly stood up and began to stretch his fingers a bit only to laugh as he had suddenly recalled a extremely bad joke. "Lavulorux." Suddenly the chains that bound the Drow would begin to expand and creak only to open and shatter allowing the man time enough to surprise the others as he began to raise his hands up high allowing him time to caste yet another spell.

"Kill! Kill! Maim! Destroy! Violate! Volatile flaming screaming skulls of joy DECIMATE HER!"

"Verden ishvale mertak!" It was with those words that the strange looking staff that Ulviir claimed to be his own appeared in his hands and its skull that sat atop of its spine began to come alive with a fiery grin. "Know your place 'imp' as I have no intentions of listening to you or this hag much longer." The Drow instead however turned his gaze over to the elvish fellow who had clubbed him in the back of the head with the butt of his sword just to then smirk at the man and raise a single hand out towards the fellow just to then tilt his head back to glance at the woman who had threatened him from the get go with that hot poker. "Kre verhal." Was all he could say as lightning escaped from his fingertips and shot towards the armored guard with killing intent.

A soft hiss escaped her lips as she held a hand up. But she also barely moved as her own staff was in her hands as the lightning arced towards her Black Guard. The lighting was countered and then absorbed and then redirected into the ceiling and floor. With a solid crack she swung her staff and without a word formed a spell. Stonehenge, and threw it at Ulviir's feet intending on turning him to stone.

The Black Guard backed away with withdrew their shields to protect themselves. Protective runes were inscribed within the steel during construction of the devices as the lightning sparked and danced on them. "Summon the Cold Ones!" Rang out among the Black Guard, two runners took off quickly towards a deeper part of the cells.

Seconds later the ground rattled as the Cold Ones were free to roam. Massive scaled creatures that only the Cold One Knights could ride without troubles. With a final explosive blast of electrical power Jharhia grabbed the tiny demon in her hand and held it aloft. Her staff dangerous close to endoing the tiny ones life. "Ulviir Ithravyr!! Consider this your death warrant!!" She threw the tiny demon towards one of the Cold Ones' gaping maws as the massive creautre surged forwards. A cry went up then "Skulls for the Skull Throne!! Blood for the Blood God!" At that another spell was cast. This one of white hot eletrical fire and teleportation.

Jharhia was intending to transport Ulviir and his imp away from her and her army as quickly as possible, but with something of a gift as well. After all the Stonehenge spell only made a statue, then that being within it slept like a rock until the spell was broken. So for the time being he'd have a leadfoot or two. And her intended destination for him was simple. The bottom of the ocean off the beaches of Naggaroth!!

Jiessr was not going to be happy. But hey, at least they had rid themselves of a potential enemy. For the nonce.

Did she take him for a fool! The drow was a master of the arcane and when her spell was aimed and fired Ulviir slammed the butt of his staff down on the ground allowing the drow to redirect the primal energies of his arcane mastery negating the spell but finding that he was unable to prevent himself from being ghosted away.

Impeccable timing and taste was all one needed in order to sow the seeds of a good time, that and the seeds and a good amount of shadow. The Dark Elf simply smirked as he stepped out from beneath the shadows to look upon the stony lady who remained deep in her slumber. His dark hand traced her cold features and from betwixt his fingers he produced a rather strange ring in which he set beside her beautiful face.

"Though it is through luck that I had the chance to see you I must be off to run yet another errand." Ulviir whispered to the stone woman as if she was a close friend or lover, "Be not afraid for in time all things will be known." He spoke once more as he drew back away from the fixed monument and watched as the ring began to grow dark crystalline pillars which soon enveloped the woman in stone.

"Through the folly of others Shabot-Urn will known the truth of this I promise you fair lady. Know that your entombment will not be long...." Ulviir suddenly seemed distressed as he turned his gaze towards something in the shadows and smiled weakly as if understanding something heard on the wind. "I will move onto the next target if I have the permission of the others to act."

Ghost of Aurora floated gently through the Grove of Aurora, gently sobbing. Nobody could hear her so it seemed. Neither could they see her. She wound her way through the vines and spiny trees. Sometimes she passed through, sometimes she took the tight disappearing path.

Eventually the invisible young woman came upon a statue. The sleeping stone woman was familiar. She choked out another sob, laying down over and through the statue: a perfect fit.

A single sob rang through the Grove of Aurora, as audible as anything else in the living world. The ghost cried herself to sleep, an invisible tear falling to the ground. She disappeared into thin air. Where her tears had fallen, a single blue rose bloomed.