Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

She had heard the words, but had not known what they meant until she heard the shriek of one of his minions. Coming face to face with the skeletal creature she gasped and tried to move away, but it was fast too, faster than her. A shiver ran through her body when he reached out for her dagger and passed through her. How could she fight something she couldnt even touch? Desperate, Aria swung at it still hoping to save herself, but her punch merely went through it, and another cold feeling passed through her body. Then she was face to face with it, the terrible being pulling itself close to her. The joy it seemed to take in attacking her almost scared her more than being attacked. A panicked noise escaped her throat, and before she could even consider giving up her dagger in exchange for freedom from it a chair smashed into her legs. Her grip loosened on the dagger in order to catch herself, which she barely succeeded in doing. Staring up she saw the other creature, faceless and decaying. Panicked and fear were rolling off of her in waves. This was bad. Very bad. Before she could get up she saw the necromancer arrive, standing above her. She was disoriented from the fall and how quickly everything was happening. Aria saw him bring up his staff, and in the back of her mind something told her to move. But she didnt, she couldnt. The elf was frozen in shock and fear. Then it was black. All black. ---------------- When she came to her head throbbed and her cheeks stung. She was alive, but relief didnt wash over her because as she opened her eyes she immediately knew where she was. The cellar. Exactly where her crime had taken place. It was almost ironic. Aria expected her hands to be tied, but even so by instinct she tried to move her arms, body straining against the ties. He was good. The last time she had been in a situation like this Aria had been much younger and had been captured by a man with much poorer knot skills. He had also just been a stupid banker, not a necromancer with untouchable underlings though. That certainly helped. Her hair had become disorderly on her trip to his home. Brown strands partly obscured her field of vision, and she shook her head, attempting to clear both her mind and her hair away from her face. Some of it did slip to the side and when it did she focused in on the man crouching before her. Angry eyes glared at him. If he was going to kill her she wanted him to see every moment of her death in her eyes. She wanted it to be burned in his brain forever. The almost eerie coloring of her eyes helped to intensify the stare. An amber coloring encircled by a dark brown ring made them stand out and almost glow. She often joked they made her see better in the dark, and though that wasnt true the unsettling look of her glare was often enough of a defense for her at bars and the like. The elf laughed, a sort of strangled desperate sound before leaning forward as far as she could and spitting at him. She then said something in an older elvish tongue, something to the effect of Go fuck yourself, you ass. Perhaps antagonizing him wasnt the best idea, but she was quickly becoming resigned to the idea that he was going to kill her. He was a necromancer after all. He was probably delighted at the opportunity to have a new ward. Especially one he though deserved it. The least she could do was make his life difficult.