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Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

Daray Male. Elven. Red hair. Short hair. Green eyes. 6'2 Male. Black hair. Short hair. Brown eyes. 5'9 Male.White hair. Short hair. Blue eyes. 5'10 Darcy Female. Elven. Brown hair. Mid length. Hazel eyes. 5'10. Female. White hair. Mid length. Brown eyes. 5'5 Female. Blonde hair. Waist length.Blue eyes. 5'6 Female. Red hair. Mid length. Blue eyes. 5'8 Barely consious, there was not much left of his body that did not hurt or ache. Between battle and the aftermath of being captured his body had been pressed beyond its physical limits. Summoning the last of his strength he took a deep breath. Minor shifts and changes moved beneath his skin. The cheek bones became higher, a sign of elven birth. The ears taking on a slight point. Laying down it was not apparent but he aslo became several inches taller. His body also thinned out. His deep red hair darkening to black. Even his light green eyes darkened to match his hair. Once again he closed his eyes. Head resting on the cool stone floor. He was aware that by giving up the human body for the elven one he was more fragile and the body could more easily be broken. On the other hand, the elven body would heal faster than human. It was hard to believe this was actaully happening. His captors had stopped asking questions hours ago. Maybe they realized he was not going to say anything. Or maybe they simply wanted to inflict pain now. Not that it really mattered. Pain was pain. It was not less painful because they were asking you questions or because they were enjoying inflicting it. In and out of dreams, Daray was coming out of the latest nightmare when he became aware of voices and shufling feet. A hard boot in the ribs forced him from his side to his stomach. This isn't him... Dont know how he pulled that trick but look at him.... Looks nothing like the man.... This is not event eh same race... Another hard kick. Where did the elven come from.... Dont look like him but he still has the same bruises and injuries. What is this some kind of trick... Some kind of mage spell.... We have answers for the mage here... Let the mage have a look at him... Daray could feel two men grab a hold of his arms, pulling him to a semi upright position before starting to drag him across the stone. While it was a good thing to be leaving the cell, it was for a very bad reason. He knew he was in trouble. Currently he was too weak to even try to take on a mage. Consumed in his own thoughts and pain, he barely noticed his surrondings. Finally coming to rest on his knees, the soldiers backed away, apparently not wanting to be too close at the moment. Daray was partailly doubled over, holding his rib cage tightly.
Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

Anrak leaned back in his chair, casually scanning the arcane letters in the tome before him. The king wasnt the only one to gain from the fight he mused as he once again let his fingers carefully slide over the ancient page, despite himself his lips curled into a tiny smirk. Anrak wasnt a man who liked to show emotion but those perfectly scribed letters promised him an untold amount of new knowledge, and for a mage Knowledge is power and Anrak loved power. A sudden knock on the door ended his daydreaming, his smile instantly wiped off his lips as he got up, muttering a quick incantation that made the heavy reinforced doors to slowly open, revealing two of the kings guards dragging a severely beaten humanoid shape in between them. What is the meaning of this? he sneered. If you're looking for a healer i suggest you go to the temple Dropping the elf on the stony floor before taking a step back, one of the guards with his head lowered, the other eyeing his passive companion untill he finally manages to speak up. Hes a prisoner. . . from the battle. . or. . he was a prisoner, or. . there was a prisoner but then this elf was there in the cell instead. With the same marks and wounds! For a moment he glowered to the other soldier, giving him an elbow in the side. Yes, thats right! so, we figured, you would know. . . the other guard began, ending his sentence with a low mumble . .what to do I suppose i can take a look at him. Anrak replied, already examining the elf as he waved the soldiers away, muttering the same cantrip as earlier to close wooden double doors, his eyes fixed on the potentially curious creature So. . . can you talk elfling?
Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

In the back of Darays mind, he was already thinking a head. The minute the guards shut the door, he was already thinking ahead. Thinking of escapes. This was the chance he had been waiting for. Although a mage's spells could be just as wicked as a steel blade, his odds were better with the mage at least compared to the half dozen guards. Maybe that should have been a wrong assumption as they did leave the mage alone. As Daray shifted slightly on his knees, he was aware that some of the original injuries had started to heal. The purpose of shifting forms was at least working, but it remained to be seen if a few healed cuts would be worth exposure it had cost him. Maybe if these ribs had healed faster. Damn! My ribs are broken, not my jaw. It did not cross his mind until the words were out of her mouth that it might give him a reason to change that. It was probably the only thing on him that did not hurt. The soldiers had wanted to make sure there was no reason for him not to answer their questions. Why are you not asking the other prisoner? In his time with the guards, Daray had learned about enough to know that the question would send the guards searching the other cells. They seemed to live to obey someone. Either they were true followers or just that stupid. After all it was an easier explanation. Seeing the mage not budge, he tried to think of an honest answer. Or at least semi honest. If I had magick I assure you the last thing I would do is simply change from one cell to another.... Very few people actually believed true shape shifters existed. Of course by the amount of books lying around he might just have the luck to find the one mage that still believed. Not that he had anyway of proving it but the thought itself was dangerous enough. ... I really dont have any of the answers you are looking for..... And I would not be willing to tell even if I did....
Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

Anrak slowly walked back and forth over the exotic carpets as he eyed his new subject Now why would the other prisoners know what goes on in any other cells but their own? Not stopping for a reply Anrak absentmindedly rubbed his chin before he continued and you see. There are different kinds of magic. Many , different kinds. Some more noble than others. While i have to labor hard for days, months, even years to master a certain kind, others simply possess a natural gift, or curse. . . Innate powers that they may or may not be completely in control of that simply comes to them at a certain age, or in certain circumstance or who knows what. But im babbling, you dont need to know any of this. He stopped his pacing back and forth and turned intently examining the elf once again before waving his hand in a vague gesture Stand up, arms by your side. Dont make me repeat myself.
Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

And if I make you repeat yourself? Almost amused. It was quickly becoming apparent that he was not as stupid as she hoped. Clenching his teeth, in an effort to keep from saying something like that aloud. Daray gently pushed himself to his feet, his arms remained tightly wrapped around his ribs. Painful move but not as bad as ten minutes ago. That was something good. Still he choose to keep his arms close to his body, making a show of still protecting his ribs. At least partly obeying him. I would hate to have stood up just to be knocked back to the floor The guards have done more than enough of that
Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

Ohh dont worry, i wouldnt do that. However, i told you to put your arms by your sides he stated in a cool voice. He casually reached into one of the pockets of his robes, procuring a a small black pellet, eyeing it for a moment before closing his eyes in concentration. Barely a second passed before the pellet quickly dissolved and expanded into a small but very black concentration of smoke, twisting and writhing as was it a living thing. As Anrak opened his eyes, making an intricate gesture with his other hand, the smoke moved as if by command to envelop the elfs arms. This is what happens when i repeat myself he said in an amused tone , his fingers already making another gesture. The black billowing smoke suddenly seemed to thicken, the elfs hands and wrists completely shrouded. Anrak, almost painfully slowly lifted up his little finger, pointing it at the elfs right hand, before making a sudden jerk to the side. Simultaneously the smoke sprang to life, thickening and forcing the elfs arm straight out to the side holding it in place with an iron hard grip. Repeating the gesture with the other arm. A brief smile appeared on his lips as he examined the elf with his arms straight out to his sides in an uncomfortable and vulnerable position. He walked over to his table as he began talking. Opening a small wooden case to pull out a metallic elongated ring that ended with a sharp blade that fit just perfectly over Anraks finger. Now, i need to test my first theory. To see if you're an illusionist. Obviously you are quite physical present, but you may have covered your entire being with an illusionary. . cloak, to give yourself this appearance and cover your true identity.
Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

Daray had to remind himself not to play games. This was serious. This was not the time or the right form. It was hard to believe he even had to remind himself at this point. All he could think was that he had taken a few too many blows to the head. Or maybe his body was healing enough that he felt his confident returning. As he began to realize the mage was not just playing around, Daray found himself caught between the need to tackle the mage to make it stop and the need to try to move away. Before he could make up his mind one way or another he felt the ability to move. First instinct was to shift. If he changed to a smaller form there was a half a second chance to escape. And the price. Too high. Damn. Panic entered him. Pulling hard on his arms trying to get loose. God he wished he had magick. The soldiers had been mostly crude, unorganized. Yeah it hurt but not as much as this was about to. Methodical always was more effective. Pausing in his attempt to get free to notice the mage coming toward him. It was hard to not show fear, the best he could do was remind himself that this was going to hurt but that was all. He could not force what he was seeking out of him. That was easier said than dun. I can save you some trouble, nothing about me is an illusion Daray hated the slight speed to his words. I dont have magick
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Ohhh really? Anrak said, stepping forward, putting his hand on Darays cheek, the cold hardring a stark contrast to Anraks smooth touch. Then tell me, how did you change? You did change after all, you're not stupid enough to deny half a garrison of witnesses are you? He paused for a moment, fixing his cold eyes in Darays. You're obviously hiding something, and one way or another. Im going to find out He slowly dragged the knife-ring down over his cheek, just exactly putting enough pressure to draw blood, causing a strange mixed sensation of the caress of his soft fingers and the stinging pain.
Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

Go to Hell! Between clenched teeth. It was an odd feeling, several blood droplets running down his cheek. Daray tried to move as far out of reach as possible. The bonds did not give an inch. The movement ended up being little more than simply titling his head down. It was a subtle feminine movement. In times of stress he often forgot himself. Reverting back to old habits and behavior. And he was barely aware that he was doing it. This conversation is over. Not looking up, there was a faint smile coming to his lips. Darary struck out with his foot with all the strength he could muster. The mage moving into arms reach meant he was more than close enough to be kicked. It was a desperate move but he had very few moves he could make. Being trapped did not settle well with him.
Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

Ohh maybe i will eventually, but theres a long time ti'll i die i can assure you of that he said with an amused tone as he inspected the wound. It seems that you're not an illus- abruptly interrupted, a kick seemed to have been the last thing he had expected. Taking the hit right in his side Anrak spun around and fell down with a hard thump, the blade on the ring making a nasty cut from the cheek over Darays lower lip in the process. Anrak lay there, his face away from the elf as he apparently struggled to regain his breath while clutching his side.
Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

A soft noise escaped his lips, feeling the blade continue its course down his cheek. Daray still smiled. Enjoying the site of the mage struggling to breathe. The cut did nothing to diminish the feeling of satisfaction that he had managed to connect the kick. It probably had not been has powerful as he could do, but without telegraphing the move it was the best he could do. Probably too much to ask to manage to break a rib or two and give the bastard a taste of what he was feeling. When he did not immediately get up, Daray attempted to get himself free again. Pulling uselessly at the strange bonds. Dissappointed that they did not give. Either he had not caused enough pain to take away the mages concentration so the spell would fall apart. Or the spell was independent of the mage now and no matter what he did to him, it was not going to simply collapse. Taking advantage of the mages back turned he shifted, red hair turning white, green eyes changing to an ice blue. His height even shrunk several inches. Pulling quickly thinking with smaller hands, smaller arms he might pull loose. Still no luck. After a frustrated sigh, he returned to his elven form. The last thing he really needed was to be caught in this form. . I am not one of your puppets, wizard Daray slowly wiped his cheek against his shoulder, feeling the sting of the contact. The soldiers seemed to have forgot to tell you I am not in the mood to answer any questions.
Thread: ~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

With a groan Anrak slowly got up. He brushed his robe, making sure there was no dust to be seen before turning his attention to Daray again. It seems i'll need to take more precautions With a low utterance and a gesture of his hand, he sent the smoke and flying into the nearest stone wall. Slamming Daray roughly onto the cold stone surface. Then he went to the doors, pulling one open, to command a guard to fetch him shackles and chains. Anrak then went over to his armchair, sat down, crossing one leg over the other. Sadly, as intriguing as you are i have other more important things to attend to. Have you had anything to eat yet during your stay? Im feeling quite hungry mysel f Not bothering for a response he suddenly got up, and strode out of his chambers. A few minutes later the door knocked, for several minutes, untill a guardsman catiously stuck his head inside the chamber. Not seeing the mage he signalled other two companions in Alright we'll just leave it inside Both carried several shackles, chains and even an iron ball attached to one of them. Scowling at the elf they unloaded the iron tangles next to the door before getting out again. At least an hour passed before Anrak returned, carrying a large silver platter covered by a linen cloth in one hand and a golden wine filled chalice in another. He nodded to himself as he saw the chains. This food is for you he began, placing the platter and cup on a little table not far from Daray before continuing. But you can only get it if you behave. That means accepting these bonds without a fuss He then took the shackles with the iron ball, and laborously carried it over to Daray, disabling him from getting a chance for a hard kick by getting too close he fastened it over both his ankles before standing up. Anrak wasn't quite as tall as Daray but as he gazed up into his eyes it was clear that he wasnt a man who was intimidated by physical things. These chambers used to be a prison just like your dungeons. For more, delicate situations you see. he explained as he attached chains to certain points in the walls before locking them on Darays wrists, the smoke dissappearing just where Anrak needed it. Nobles and such. You should be honored in fact my friend. On that topic, we havent even introduced ourselves. Whats your name elf?
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Hitting the wall, he felt the air leave his lungs. He choked as he tried to drag in a new breath. The cold stone actually felt good against the burning skin of his back. Daray waited for more pain and the retaliation. By now the guards would have been making the earlier pain seem like heaven. Watching the mage, as if that would some how save him some pain. The mage leaving was nearly the last thing Daray would have expected. After several minutes he tried to make himself as comfortable as possible to relax. Time was a good thing, it would give his body a chance to heal. Closing his eyes, he pretend to sleep, or at least rest while he could. Even hearing the door open, he considered ignoring it. At least until he heard the mages words. Curiosity was too much and he opened his green eyes to suspiciously eye the other man. He forced himself not to think about the food. And was not completely successful. Focusing on pain had helped keep his mind off of hunger. Not sure if it did a whole lot for his sanity though. As suspicious as he was about the idea of eating the food the mage offered, he did not see any better alternative. If he did not eat eventually he was going to get weaker than he already was. His healing body needed all the energy it could get. Remaining still, he forced himself not to react, not to move as the mage secured the chains and cuffs. Oddly it was a harder temptation that he had expected. A strange feeling in the back his mind had him slightly on edge. Daray waited patiently until the mage moved out of range. Pulling lightly on the cuffs to test them. He tried hard not to smile. The magick had moved with him, these hard cuffs did not. It would hurt some but he began to think that in his smallest form he might be able to at least get the hands free. Legs would be a little harder. But not impossible. And then there was the price if exposed. He pushed that thought out of his mind, even if the mage learned what he was, even if he learned all of his forms. There was nothing that could be done about it. He had never known mage spells to have any control over him. Pushing the thought away as he began to get that strange feeling in the back of his mind again. It was not possible so just let it go Daray and I think I will wait before passing judgment if I feel honored
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Daray he repeated to himself, Hmm a fine name. The chains should be long enough for you to lie or sit down. But first i need to see, or well. . feel something He moved closer as he talked, left hand making a little movement to ensure that the smoke still persisted. It did so he moved up close, putting one hand on Darays head forcing it back against the wall holding it still. Using his other hand, he let it run over the entire cut. I see you're no illusionist at least Daray he concluded, stepping back well out of reach before he his fingers began working another series of movements like those earlier. The feeling of the smoke around Darays hand slowly vanished as the vapor transformed into normal altough still very black smoke and blew away. That leaves me where i started, and as you may realize, im a very curious and very very patient man He reached down to the platter, pulled off the cloth to reveal a large steak, a steal steaming bread along with butter, apples and green grapes. Anrak casually picked off one of the berries, holding it up for a moment infront of his face before throwing it to Daray. You may have the rest when you can tell me more of what happened in that cell, for now i have business to attend to i'll be back in. . say five hours or so. With that, he moved the little table closer to Daray, Just exactly out of reach. Then he moved over to a large coffer, opening it and taking out a large scroll, a crystal ball and after several moments of hesitation he took out a wicked looking barbed dagger taking special care to make sure that Daray noticed it. And if you're not willing to talk for food, we may have to find another way to make you talk he finished and moved over, laying the cruel looking dagger in plain view on the table before finally leaving. Outside of the door he picked up his pace, almost running to the amazement of castle denizens that were used to his cool and catious behavior. But right now Anrak didnt care about appearances, he needed to get there quickly he had presented enough opportunity and temptations. Food and a weapon. What more could a prisoner want? He scowled at the frightened servants that hurriedly got out of his way. He was almost there now, at the scrying chamber. .
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Daray growled softly as the door closed. Mind rapidly going over every possibility. Every consequence. Knowing the power the mage had, the weapon was less tempting than it should have been. As easily as it was given it could be taken. Maybe he would get lucky and another unsuspecting soldier would wonder. Wishful thinking. Touch Though he did not know where the other man was planning on being, but she did know he had to be watching. Sliding down the wall, Daray stretched, his head resting comfortably on his arms. Letting himself go to sleep for a couple of hours. The mage had promised he would not be back for a while. No reason not to take advantage of that. When he came awake, he was please to still find himself alone in the room. Gingerly he sat up.Taking a deep breath, green eyes shifted to brown, red hair lightened to completely white and lengthened to past shoulder length. The taller elven frame lost nearly a foot in size as it shifted to noticeably feminine form. The wrist cuffs were completely loose on her now slender wrists. Pulling hard, she soon had her hands free. Left hand clutching the waist of her pants, she stood up, stepping out of the boots that were at least four sizes too big. She did not bother trying to cover her breast. It seemed like a waist of time, in which she knew would be growing late. Freeing the boots from the cuffs, she slide them back on her feet and effortlessly shifted forms again. Hair darkening to black and shortening, feminine frame once again changing to that of the male form he had been when first captured. By now he realized there was not point in going back to the elven. Healing had hit its limits. Moving to the table, the dagger was the first thing he picked up, sliding the blade into his waist band. By now the food was cold but that did not matter. Being a soldier hot meals rarely happened. He was simply glad to eat. By the time he heard the door open, he was resting on the floor again. I guess I did not give you enough credit