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Post by Nobody on Nov 29, 2014 19:33:35 GMT
Alaric opened his eyes once more. The exhaustion was frustrating him. Making him sloppy. "Do you require assistance then?"
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Nov 29, 2014 19:45:34 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 29, 2014 19:45:34 GMT
''Well, tgis ones been rather resilient. Now that hes in the talking mood, id much rather have you be there to ask anything i dont think of. Honestly, i dont know if ill be able to get him talkative again after this.''
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Post by Nobody on Nov 29, 2014 19:49:15 GMT
"What condition is he in? Did you damage him permanently?"
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Nov 29, 2014 19:54:31 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 29, 2014 19:54:31 GMT
''No, but i did happen to discover that he and his wife had a son. It was rather smooth from there.''
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Post by Nobody on Nov 29, 2014 20:02:39 GMT
Alaric raised an eyebrow. -What kind of interrogation methods is Cultus using?-
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Nov 29, 2014 20:30:42 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 29, 2014 20:30:42 GMT
Cultus saw his expression. ''Think about it. Would you be more inclined to talk if it was only you in danger, or if you thought that your spouse, or even your child, were going to be set under the knife in your place if you didnt speak?''
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Post by Nobody on Nov 29, 2014 21:30:53 GMT
"I suppose one's family would incite one to speak." Alaric's eyes grew distant for a moment. "When shall we arrive?"
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Nov 29, 2014 21:48:49 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 29, 2014 21:48:49 GMT
''We've been standing in front of the door for about a minute.'' He tapped his heel against the door to indicate it, and a small wimper was heard from behind the door.
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Post by Nobody on Nov 29, 2014 23:05:24 GMT
Alaric realized he had been dragged all the way to the prisoner. -Gods, I am in need of rest.-
He opened the door, noting the man tied in place, one rope binding his hands over his heads, trailing up over a rafter. "I am informed that you wish to speak, now?" Alaric glowered at the man, his usually cold eyes given weight by the dark circles under them.
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Nov 29, 2014 23:58:34 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 29, 2014 23:58:34 GMT
When the man didnt make any indication of yes or no, cultus stepped back, reaching behind him for the door handle, whistling a cheery tune. The man quickly nodded, vigourously enough to jostle himself on the rope he hung from, straining his already dislocated shoulder. ''Oh good. He is talkative. So...'' he slid up a chair and sat in backwards, tipping the chair towards the man. ''Why not tell us all about what your plans were?''
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Post by Nobody on Nov 30, 2014 0:33:41 GMT
"I... Oh gods he'll kill me..." the man began sobbing. "We were supposed to kidnap or kill the princess, whichever opportunity presented itself first." Alaric grabbed the man's shoulder.
"And who exactly sent you for this task?" He squeezed, hard.
The man's face contorted with pain, and he screamed. "I don't know who took the hit out! All I know is that the guy who told us was burned up something fierce on his left side." Alaric narrowed his eyes but released his arm.
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Nov 30, 2014 2:26:34 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 30, 2014 2:26:34 GMT
''How much were you paid, and how many more of you were hired?'' He tipped his chair forward more, rocking it back and forth. ''And why did the man hire you at all?''
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Post by Nobody on Nov 30, 2014 4:26:42 GMT
"I haven't been paid a thing yet. He said something about some mage that would know he was there. And I don't know how many others there are, I swear!"
Alaric closed his eyes. Who would want to avoid mages? And were there any in Arviragus besides him?
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Nov 30, 2014 19:14:52 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 30, 2014 19:14:52 GMT
Cultus punched the man, the chair once again on four legs as he stood. When the man opened his mouth, he stuck his hand in and made a fist, so the man couldnt even speak. ''I know you didnt take the job for charity. Youre going to tell us what he offered you. In fact, youre going to tell us the whole story. If i feel like i need to even ask a question after youre done speaking, im going to have the royal guardsmen drag your wife and son in here, and im going to string up your wife in that corner over there, and after i flay her open, the maggots will feed on her rotting flesh until she dies. If i think youve been dishonest about anything, your son will meet the same fate. Are we clear?'' He asked the last question calmly, like he might ask for a glass of water from the innkeeper, but his face was inches from the mans face. He took out his fist, yanking afew of the mans teeth out in the process.
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Post by Nobody on Nov 30, 2014 21:06:36 GMT
"It was four thousand gold pieces," he said, sobbing. "He came to one of the guilds and hired us, I swear that's all I know."
"He is telling the truth." Alaric struck the rope down with one of Cultus's many knives. The man curled into a ball, weeping.
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