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Imladris · 11-07-2004, 11:30 PM

The elf buttoned her lips and sat up a little straighter. Jynne sighed, and eyed the liquid filled goblet. "Elf," he said silkily, "I would highly recommend you tell me what I want to know."

"I do not fear pain," she said stiffly. "Or anything else you have to offer."

Jynne smiled thinly. "Whoever said anything about pain?"

Her face paled, yet a spark of hope flickered for an instant in her blue eyes.

"Do you see this goblet, elf?" he asked, drifting it in front of her nose. "This goblet is full of wine...no doubt your kind would consider it crude...but it is fine quality aboard ship."

She licked her lips. Jynne figured she would be thirsty. Extended stays on salt water had a tendency to do that.

"In this wine, however, there is a fine poison...it is deadly, however," he said, looking at her with a sort of sinister puppy eyes. "It is also relatively painless. If you do not give me the information I want, I will force this down your throat. There you will be faced the dread knowledge that you will die...and not face the doom of elvenkind. In a way," he said in a musing voice, "I'm glad I did not give this to Jarlyn as it would not have the same affect mentall on him as it would you..." he tapped his temple meaningfully.

The door crashed open, and Diera flew into the room. "So it has been you that has been making Jarlyn sick...I am sure that Marreth would be very interested in hearing this news." She smiled viciously.

Jynne sniffed. He tried to remember why he had been poisoning Jynne in the first place....ah yes...so that he could gain Marreth's trust. Pity the plan had failed miserable. As he licked his lips, he drew his dagger and flung it at Diera's chest. He could almost see the poison spread through her veins as she stumbled backwards, her hands clutching the hilt of the dagger.

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11-07-2004, 11:30 PM	#20
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,453	The elf buttoned her lips and sat up a little straighter. Jynne sighed, and eyed the liquid filled goblet. "Elf," he said silkily, "I would highly recommend you tell me what I want to know." "I do not fear pain," she said stiffly. "Or anything else you have to offer." Jynne smiled thinly. "Whoever said anything about pain?" Her face paled, yet a spark of hope flickered for an instant in her blue eyes. "Do you see this goblet, elf?" he asked, drifting it in front of her nose. "This goblet is full of wine...no doubt your kind would consider it crude...but it is fine quality aboard ship." She licked her lips. Jynne figured she would be thirsty. Extended stays on salt water had a tendency to do that. "In this wine, however, there is a fine poison...it is deadly, however," he said, looking at her with a sort of sinister puppy eyes. "It is also relatively painless. If you do not give me the information I want, I will force this down your throat. There you will be faced the dread knowledge that you will die...and not face the doom of elvenkind. In a way," he said in a musing voice, "I'm glad I did not give this to Jarlyn as it would not have the same affect mentall on him as it would you..." he tapped his temple meaningfully. The door crashed open, and Diera flew into the room. "So it has been you that has been making Jarlyn sick...I am sure that Marreth would be very interested in hearing this news." She smiled viciously. Jynne sniffed. He tried to remember why he had been poisoning Jynne in the first place....ah yes...so that he could gain Marreth's trust. Pity the plan had failed miserable. As he licked his lips, he drew his dagger and flung it at Diera's chest. He could almost see the poison spread through her veins as she stumbled backwards, her hands clutching the hilt of the dagger.