Post by Silver Drow on Jun 26, 2006 14:06:37 GMT -5
My part of the story night and I are writting. I felt retarted for the fact that Night posted her part and I was mean and didn't post mine so here is my part...
Z'ress rubbed his face with his ebony hands and sighed deeply. The sigh was not one of relief, but one of anger. Why should she punish him? Who cares if she was now not in Lolth's favor? She could rot for all he cared, she deserved it and much more. Besides, death would be welcome. Physical torment would mean absolutely nothing. He would simply keep going as he had been.
Z'ress stood up from his bed and walked out of his room. He smiled at the stares that were given him from the few house slaves as he passed them. Ones of fear, ones of anger, ones of confusion. He reveled in them all. He kept his head high and placed a pridefull look on his normally stotic face. He stopped short at the doors leading to the chapel of his house. His hand started shaking slightly as he reached for the handle to the great door. What would she do?
Finally getting a hold of himself, Z'ress pushed the door open and walking slowly in, making the matron of the house wait. Wait just for him. He came to stand before Matron Jezre and smiled wickedly. "You sent me for an audiance, Matron. What is it that you wish?"
Matron Jezre aprazed Z'ress with a look of open hatred. "You have done wrong, weapons master. You seem quite proud of that fact," she spat.
"Quite," was the quiet respons. He bowed stiffly before the matron and cackled at the look of shock on her face.
Jezre's hand hot out faster than Z'ress could account for, but the pain was acute. Not giving her the satisfaction of knowing that his face hurt he merely spat on the ground before her feet.
"How dare you," Jezre stuttered, trembling violently in her anger. "Blaspemer."
Z'ress nodded his head and cocked it to one side, "Angry, my Matron?"
"Angry?!" Jezre shreiked and lept at him, knife in hand. Z'ress took a step back but made no move for his weapons. Made no move to defend himself. Death would be most welcome. Jezre made a few wild slashes at the weapons master but quickly pulled her anger back into control. "Yes, I am very angry." Jezre placed her knife back in the hidden folds of her spider robes and took a deep breath that ended with a manical laugh. "But you don't deserve death. I have something else in mind."
Jezre clapped her hands twice quickly. Threw the open doors of the chapel Z'ress felt the presence of to other drow entering the room. He kept his face calm but refused to look back at them, instead keeping his eyes only on the Matron Jezre before him. The two other drow came to stop on each side of the fallen weapons master. One laid his hand on Z'ress's shoulder while the other merely watched him in all eagerness.
"I have decided that since you have failed me on your own good will, I will make sure that you don't this time. I have a little insurence that makes that so." Jezre motioned to the throne behind her and Z'ress cuaght sight of a small face behind the back, tears streaming down the small face.
Z'ress made a jumpt for the drow child. No! How did she know about him? Before he could take more than two steps, though, the two drow at his side had him held back.
"No! Oh, please no, Matron Jazre, please. I'll..." Z'ress paused, this is what she wanted and she always got what she wanted. She wanted him to make this decision and in a way he had no choice. He was wrong in his thinking that physical pain ment nothing. If she hurt this child... "I'll do whatever you want me to. Just don't hurt the boy. Please," a sob caught in his throat.
"Oh, really?" Jezre purred. She walked slowly to the child and pulled him out from behind the throne. "You do what I want and I don't hurt the child. You bring me what I want and you get to have the child. Understood?"
Z'ress nodded his head. This was wrong but he couldn't let her hurt the boy. Could never let her hurt the child. He nodded his head again in agreement, "Just don't hurt him."
Jezre cackled in delight. "Good, I knew that you would come around. But, Z'ress, something tells me that you will make things really difficult. So, I will make another insurance that you do as I want and give me what I wish." With that, Jezre sat upon the throne, the child tight in her grip. Tears streaming down his small face and wishing badly to go to the man before him. Matron Jazre nodded her head to the two drow next to the fallen weapon master.
The drow to Z'ress right gripped him tightly from behind, making sure that he had no where to go. The other came to stand before him, hands on the sides of his face and eyes locking his own in their terrifying depths. Fear slowly crept into Z'ress's heart, he had no idea what was going on. But suddenly, Z'ress understood and his scream could be heard all around the house, and many talked in secret as what was going on as his pain filled screams echoed off the cave walls and slowly filled the whole drow city. His pain was unbearable.
Z'ress rubbed his face with his ebony hands and sighed deeply. The sigh was not one of relief, but one of anger. Why should she punish him? Who cares if she was now not in Lolth's favor? She could rot for all he cared, she deserved it and much more. Besides, death would be welcome. Physical torment would mean absolutely nothing. He would simply keep going as he had been.
Z'ress stood up from his bed and walked out of his room. He smiled at the stares that were given him from the few house slaves as he passed them. Ones of fear, ones of anger, ones of confusion. He reveled in them all. He kept his head high and placed a pridefull look on his normally stotic face. He stopped short at the doors leading to the chapel of his house. His hand started shaking slightly as he reached for the handle to the great door. What would she do?
Finally getting a hold of himself, Z'ress pushed the door open and walking slowly in, making the matron of the house wait. Wait just for him. He came to stand before Matron Jezre and smiled wickedly. "You sent me for an audiance, Matron. What is it that you wish?"
Matron Jezre aprazed Z'ress with a look of open hatred. "You have done wrong, weapons master. You seem quite proud of that fact," she spat.
"Quite," was the quiet respons. He bowed stiffly before the matron and cackled at the look of shock on her face.
Jezre's hand hot out faster than Z'ress could account for, but the pain was acute. Not giving her the satisfaction of knowing that his face hurt he merely spat on the ground before her feet.
"How dare you," Jezre stuttered, trembling violently in her anger. "Blaspemer."
Z'ress nodded his head and cocked it to one side, "Angry, my Matron?"
"Angry?!" Jezre shreiked and lept at him, knife in hand. Z'ress took a step back but made no move for his weapons. Made no move to defend himself. Death would be most welcome. Jezre made a few wild slashes at the weapons master but quickly pulled her anger back into control. "Yes, I am very angry." Jezre placed her knife back in the hidden folds of her spider robes and took a deep breath that ended with a manical laugh. "But you don't deserve death. I have something else in mind."
Jezre clapped her hands twice quickly. Threw the open doors of the chapel Z'ress felt the presence of to other drow entering the room. He kept his face calm but refused to look back at them, instead keeping his eyes only on the Matron Jezre before him. The two other drow came to stop on each side of the fallen weapons master. One laid his hand on Z'ress's shoulder while the other merely watched him in all eagerness.
"I have decided that since you have failed me on your own good will, I will make sure that you don't this time. I have a little insurence that makes that so." Jezre motioned to the throne behind her and Z'ress cuaght sight of a small face behind the back, tears streaming down the small face.
Z'ress made a jumpt for the drow child. No! How did she know about him? Before he could take more than two steps, though, the two drow at his side had him held back.
"No! Oh, please no, Matron Jazre, please. I'll..." Z'ress paused, this is what she wanted and she always got what she wanted. She wanted him to make this decision and in a way he had no choice. He was wrong in his thinking that physical pain ment nothing. If she hurt this child... "I'll do whatever you want me to. Just don't hurt the boy. Please," a sob caught in his throat.
"Oh, really?" Jezre purred. She walked slowly to the child and pulled him out from behind the throne. "You do what I want and I don't hurt the child. You bring me what I want and you get to have the child. Understood?"
Z'ress nodded his head. This was wrong but he couldn't let her hurt the boy. Could never let her hurt the child. He nodded his head again in agreement, "Just don't hurt him."
Jezre cackled in delight. "Good, I knew that you would come around. But, Z'ress, something tells me that you will make things really difficult. So, I will make another insurance that you do as I want and give me what I wish." With that, Jezre sat upon the throne, the child tight in her grip. Tears streaming down his small face and wishing badly to go to the man before him. Matron Jazre nodded her head to the two drow next to the fallen weapon master.
The drow to Z'ress right gripped him tightly from behind, making sure that he had no where to go. The other came to stand before him, hands on the sides of his face and eyes locking his own in their terrifying depths. Fear slowly crept into Z'ress's heart, he had no idea what was going on. But suddenly, Z'ress understood and his scream could be heard all around the house, and many talked in secret as what was going on as his pain filled screams echoed off the cave walls and slowly filled the whole drow city. His pain was unbearable.
