Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jun 5, 2011 14:20:18 GMT -6
Their journey back to Hyrule Castle was a silent one. The passage led them straight to the Zora River, which they traveled along until they reached Lake Hylia. Mathayus climbed out of the boat as they reached shore, taking the rest of the journey on foot. He directed his company in the shortest possibe route to the castle. The sun had passed the horizen and the moon rose to take its place, thick darkness now hid them from view. Mathayus's eyes had not yet adjusted, but he had spotted something very faint on the ground beneath him. He promptly knelt down and brushed his fingers ever so lightly over his peculiar finding. "A footprint.." he murmered softly. Mathayus abruplty stood up, "They sent scouts. This footprint is fresh, he must be ne-" Mathayus caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of his eye. He reacted instantaneously, whipping a shuriken in the direction of the movement. An all too familiar sound came from the darkness beyond them, a sound everyone of them traveling had heard before. A man screamed in pain as the shuriken lodged iteslf into his thigh, he crumpled to the earth and lay there, clutching his wound. Mathyus strolled over to the man and yanked him up to his face by his collar. "Are there any more of you?" Mathayus question him.
The man gritted his teeth together and swallowed down the pain of his injury before saying, "Get the hell off me."
"Wrong," Mathayus reached into a pouch on his belt and withdrew a small knife, he placed it on the man's throat, "Do you want to rephrase that?"
The man chuckled as he said, "You really think that is gonna sca-" but before he finished Mathayus took the knife and jammed it into his left shoulder. The man screamed out just about every profanity known to man, "AAHHHHGG! Alright! Alright. I'll talk."
"Good, now what do you know about a prisoner being held in Hyrule Castle?"
"Uhh, not much, I know they are keeping him alive, for the time being. I don't know where they are holding him, I swear."
Mathayus felt that was enough, he didn't want to waste anymore time while Arogth was still inside, probably being tortured. He bowed his head and whispered a silent prayer before ending the scout's life. He returned to his feet, leaving the man there in a pool of his own blood, and continued the journey to the castle. At least we know he is alive, he thought. A day had passed, and nightfall had sieged the sky once again. The castle wall was in sight, but it was heavily guarded from the outside, the entrance to their secret passage was now blocked off, and guards were everywhere. Mathayus lead his team to a nearby boulder that would conceal them from the guards. There he turned to Mike and Eldrin, "Alright, let's move in," he commanded.
Argoth hung from a pair of chains attached to the ceiling, his head hung loosely and the room he was in was consumed by darkness. As he dangled there he could hear the faint, constant drip of water in the distance into a small pool below. Rats scurried across the floor beneath his feet, scavenging for any nourishment they might come across. His shirt lay tatterd and bloody on the ground, whipped and shredded. Dark, black bruises covered his body along with thick but not life threatening cuts. Blood dripped from his forehead that created a small pool at his feet. Two men stood in from of him, one asked the questions, the other beat him if he didn't answer how they wanted him to. The first man long and stocky like, with a thin build and a narrow mustache. His eyes always seemed to be squinting and he had a vertical scar that ran from the beginning of his lower lip to the bottom of his chin. The man looked cowardly, but put on an arrogant show when he was in control. The second man was a thick muscled tank that stood upright to pump out his chest. His hands and arms were masssive and hard as stone. The man's head sat on his shoulders like a brick, his neck was almost non-existent. He had mouth that was always stuck in a frown, which made the expression on his face permanently angry looking. The man had his enormous arms crossed over his chest, standing upright and firm in front of Argoth's dangling body. Man number one stood a few feet away, behind the tank.
The big man looked behind him toward the thin one, the thin man inclined his head gesturing toward thier captive. Argoth felt a huge hand grip the back of his head and yank it upward, "You ready talk now," the thin man asked.
"I don't know, Cassus, am I?" Argoth retorted, smirking.
"Oh you think you are real funny, hit him," he growled.
The big man complied and struck Argoth across the face, "Oh, come on Xeros, you can do better than that." Argoth mocked.
"Again," Xeros rammed a huge fist into Argoth's stomach. "Where are the refugees hiding?"
"Uhhmm, I got nothin'," Cassus nodded toward Xeros and the big man hit him again. "UGH, heh, you know, you guys aren't so good at this whole interrogation thing. You might want to consider taking up something else that suits you both better. I got it, knitting." Cassus bared his teeth in frustration, "Fine, we'll use something a little more, persuasive," Cassus smiled. He stalked over to a bench not far from where he was standing and retrieved a pair of brass knuckles with three tiny spikes jutting out of its surface. "Nooww were talkin'," Argoth smirked. Cassus handed them to Xeros, which he promptly slipped on his fingers. "Now, are you ready to tell us where the refugees are hiding?" Cassus asked again.
"Hm, I don't know, I'll have to think about it."
"Hit him." Xeros smashed a gargantuan fist into Argoth's ribcage, the metal spikes plunging into his flesh. Argoth let out no scream, but as his head hung low he began to chuckle. "You two are pathetic." Xeros hit Argoth again, and again, and again. When he had finished their prisoner had tiny bleeding holes all over his stomach. Argoth raised his head, his face was all groggy, bloody, and swollen. "Anything else you got?" Argoth questioned.
Cassus growled and stepped forward to kick Argoth in the chest. He turned around a headed for a staircase to his right while gesturing at Xeros to follow. "Come on, we'll let him think things over a bit. I'm hungry, lets grab something to eat." And both the men stomped the up the steps, slamming a giant metal door right behind them. Arogth watched them ascend up the steps, and as the door shut the room was again conusmed in blackness. He hung his head back down, and waited for thier return.
The man gritted his teeth together and swallowed down the pain of his injury before saying, "Get the hell off me."
"Wrong," Mathayus reached into a pouch on his belt and withdrew a small knife, he placed it on the man's throat, "Do you want to rephrase that?"
The man chuckled as he said, "You really think that is gonna sca-" but before he finished Mathayus took the knife and jammed it into his left shoulder. The man screamed out just about every profanity known to man, "AAHHHHGG! Alright! Alright. I'll talk."
"Good, now what do you know about a prisoner being held in Hyrule Castle?"
"Uhh, not much, I know they are keeping him alive, for the time being. I don't know where they are holding him, I swear."
Mathayus felt that was enough, he didn't want to waste anymore time while Arogth was still inside, probably being tortured. He bowed his head and whispered a silent prayer before ending the scout's life. He returned to his feet, leaving the man there in a pool of his own blood, and continued the journey to the castle. At least we know he is alive, he thought. A day had passed, and nightfall had sieged the sky once again. The castle wall was in sight, but it was heavily guarded from the outside, the entrance to their secret passage was now blocked off, and guards were everywhere. Mathayus lead his team to a nearby boulder that would conceal them from the guards. There he turned to Mike and Eldrin, "Alright, let's move in," he commanded.
Argoth hung from a pair of chains attached to the ceiling, his head hung loosely and the room he was in was consumed by darkness. As he dangled there he could hear the faint, constant drip of water in the distance into a small pool below. Rats scurried across the floor beneath his feet, scavenging for any nourishment they might come across. His shirt lay tatterd and bloody on the ground, whipped and shredded. Dark, black bruises covered his body along with thick but not life threatening cuts. Blood dripped from his forehead that created a small pool at his feet. Two men stood in from of him, one asked the questions, the other beat him if he didn't answer how they wanted him to. The first man long and stocky like, with a thin build and a narrow mustache. His eyes always seemed to be squinting and he had a vertical scar that ran from the beginning of his lower lip to the bottom of his chin. The man looked cowardly, but put on an arrogant show when he was in control. The second man was a thick muscled tank that stood upright to pump out his chest. His hands and arms were masssive and hard as stone. The man's head sat on his shoulders like a brick, his neck was almost non-existent. He had mouth that was always stuck in a frown, which made the expression on his face permanently angry looking. The man had his enormous arms crossed over his chest, standing upright and firm in front of Argoth's dangling body. Man number one stood a few feet away, behind the tank.
The big man looked behind him toward the thin one, the thin man inclined his head gesturing toward thier captive. Argoth felt a huge hand grip the back of his head and yank it upward, "You ready talk now," the thin man asked.
"I don't know, Cassus, am I?" Argoth retorted, smirking.
"Oh you think you are real funny, hit him," he growled.
The big man complied and struck Argoth across the face, "Oh, come on Xeros, you can do better than that." Argoth mocked.
"Again," Xeros rammed a huge fist into Argoth's stomach. "Where are the refugees hiding?"
"Uhhmm, I got nothin'," Cassus nodded toward Xeros and the big man hit him again. "UGH, heh, you know, you guys aren't so good at this whole interrogation thing. You might want to consider taking up something else that suits you both better. I got it, knitting." Cassus bared his teeth in frustration, "Fine, we'll use something a little more, persuasive," Cassus smiled. He stalked over to a bench not far from where he was standing and retrieved a pair of brass knuckles with three tiny spikes jutting out of its surface. "Nooww were talkin'," Argoth smirked. Cassus handed them to Xeros, which he promptly slipped on his fingers. "Now, are you ready to tell us where the refugees are hiding?" Cassus asked again.
"Hm, I don't know, I'll have to think about it."
"Hit him." Xeros smashed a gargantuan fist into Argoth's ribcage, the metal spikes plunging into his flesh. Argoth let out no scream, but as his head hung low he began to chuckle. "You two are pathetic." Xeros hit Argoth again, and again, and again. When he had finished their prisoner had tiny bleeding holes all over his stomach. Argoth raised his head, his face was all groggy, bloody, and swollen. "Anything else you got?" Argoth questioned.
Cassus growled and stepped forward to kick Argoth in the chest. He turned around a headed for a staircase to his right while gesturing at Xeros to follow. "Come on, we'll let him think things over a bit. I'm hungry, lets grab something to eat." And both the men stomped the up the steps, slamming a giant metal door right behind them. Arogth watched them ascend up the steps, and as the door shut the room was again conusmed in blackness. He hung his head back down, and waited for thier return.