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Jerome watched Eva walk away, a scowl on his face. “Vile woman. Tch. She thinks I’m her friend?” the man resumed walking, “I hope she was being sarcastic.” He continued on his way till he met up with the rear part of Lieutenant Vawl’s troops. Silently slipping in among the ranks, Jerome followed them as they headed for the southern part of Borgerwood.
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“It’s about time I found it.” Eva said to herself as she walked into the tavern. “Seems like a… quaint place.” Eva noted that she received more than a few stares and dirty looks from some of the patrons. Ignoring them, she walked up to the bar, clacking her rod against the floor. The woman ordered herself a beer, confused at the strange look the bartender gave her. She repeated her request and in no time she found herself sitting down with a mug full of the refreshing liquid. It must have been considered unladylike to waltz in and ask for a beer; but Eva was a woman of the Empire. She could damn well ask for a beer if she wanted to.

It’s rather quiet here… I guess those guards weren’t lying. She sighed, What did I expect though? I guess the Captain was telling the truth. What do they need Dark Artists here for anyways?

shinsei walked dwon the street looking about. he sighed almost wishing an upstart would cause trouble. he walked to the front of a stand and looked over the things there. eventually he purchased a drink and walked away thanking the man. he continued to walk about with nothing to do until a young man bumped into him. he grabed the boys arm as he reached under shinsei's cloak and said "nothing but trouble here boy." he let go and the kid ran away. he sighed and kept walking.

shinsei walked about the town and looking around saw nothing of intrest. he turned and made his way to an inn he was staying at.

The guards guiding Dastri to his prison spared him no grief, screaming at the elf to stand when he "fell" and they beat him in between their jeers. But their words, their actions were wasted. Dastri had retreated to the most remote corner of his mind, seeking solace within his head. He moved with a mechanical-like stiffness, a sharp contrast to his normally purposeful and graceful gait. The guards tossed him into his prison cell, seperated, but under much more scrutiny than the other cells. There, he awoke and was nearly overwhelmed by the immense pain from his many wounds.

Dastri wanted to escape, but as he looked around and surveyed his surroundings, he knew it was impossible in his weakened state. Far too many guards and far too many wounds. Dastri shifted into an Indian-style sitting position and closed his eyes, retreating back into the safety of his mind.

He was going to die. There could be no redemption for the captured warrior.

Captain Tonash darted outside his tent when he heard the explosion. He looked into the town of Borgerwood as a single building was engulfed in flames. Screams and shouting roared rampantly across the cool night air.
Guards assembled before him, including Lieutenant Vawl.
"What in the name of the elders was that?" he yelled above the commotion.
"We're not entirely sure, m'lord," Vawl stated, "We believe it could either be an act of the Resistance or an accidental incident."
Tonash sighed and glanced back to the town.
"Get a squadron of men into the town, do not begin the assault. My orders are to put out the flames, gather information and tend to the injured."
"Acknowledged, sir."
With that, the troops scattered in their respective directions as Tonash wiped his forehead with a tired hand as he let out a deep sigh.

Barghest hummed with child-like glee as he strolled outside the city gates. How he loved causing chaos and madness. No doubt, numerous had died in that blast, and even more injured.
Who knows, perhaps by destroying that little hole, I may have sparked the conflict that will begin the all-out-battle! Wouldn't that just be fantastic! Heheheehee!
His grin melted away as he neared the Imperial camp, knowing that he would have to speak with the morally-chained Captain. How he loathed dealing with one so enriched in duty and fealty.
Hopefully all he would have to say is: "You have your orders, get out of my sight."
Oh how wonderful that would be!

[[Ugh, I feel so awful about this... anyways, I'm not going to try to make an excuse for my unexplained absence, so I'll simply say, life took a strange twist for me, and as such has begun to eat up most of my spare time. I sincerely apologize for having abandoned this, but I don't intend to let it die. New characters have been added into the approved list. As well, I give anybody involving their character with Dalneik limited control (move him, talk to / for him, travel with him) over him in order to keep the storyline moving to help compensate for my sudden lack of time.

Once again, my sincerest apologies for this... redface ]]

((In order to hopefully keep things moving, pardon the double post))
Barghest could not believe he was being given the opportunity to torture and "Persuade" in the field. It was an unbelievable gift, and to be authorized at that!
He couldn't be happier.
Barghest entered into the prison area, nestled in the foothills, near the Borgerwood gold mines. Several guards were positioned at numerous cells, with the warden sitting in the back in a dimly lit section of the cavern complex.
The soldier glanced up and nearly did a double take as he observed the shadow mage's grim visage.
"I am here to interrogate the elf that was dragged in here recently. Which cell is he located in?"
"Erm, we've been instructed that he not see anyone."
Barghest's gaze narrowed menacingly.
"Listen, worm. I have direct orders from Captain of Battalion A to interrogate this prisoner. Now inform me of which cell he is currently residing in, and remove the guards from that wing, I don't want to be interrupted in my work."
With a reluctant nod, the warden pointed to the western prison wing and Barghest scoffed, heading that direction, shooing the guards who were moving out of the wing and into the main hall.
As he reached the iron bars of the cell, he glanced in, seeing the bald elf, and grinning maliciously, opening the door.
"Hello..." His voice dripped with venom and sadistic glee.
"You must be the one I've heard so much about, little elf."
The elf said nothing, but regarded him with disdain as he entered the room.
"Not even going to give your name? Oh, how I do love the stubborn ones. We are going to have so much fun!"
With a flick of his hand, a black whip materialized into his grip and he lashed out, the tongues of the whip ripping into the elf's back.
"Now, please, tell me everything. About yourself, about the Resistance, and about the defenses placed in Borgerwood."
No answer.
"Thank you for this!"
He cackled with glee and lashed out twice more, causing the elf to grimace in pain.
"If you haven't noticed, I'm the epitome of a sadist, so you're going to be making me happy whether you respond or not. I'd just go ahead and inform me before I wind up causing your death due to lack of blood. Especially since my fun is just beginning!"