Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160730195632

(Holy monkey balls!)

"We should check it anyway.", the second guard's reply was barely audible, since by then Fiandrael had already moved on from her hiding spot to the next one.

Everything went down just as she dreamed about: the sleeping guard who awoke when someone up on the battlements yelled a tease; the two gambler-guards, too bored with their menial task to notice the elven woman sneaking around; and finally, the one.

He was even bigger than she dreamt about, or perhaps it was just the fact that now everything was real and therefore her life was actual in danger. The gaoler of Glenpoint's cells was indeed a sturdy figure, one that immediately inspired respect from whoever stared at his semblant. Fiandrael knew exactly what to do and she knew most certainly what would happen, but still the elven woman felt chills running down her spine.

"Now or never...", she muttered before finally revealing herself to the man.

"Wh-what, who are you?", the gaoler seemed confused by the purple robed figure that seemed to pop out of nowhere in his prision, but quickly his confusion turned into anger when he realized that someone sneaked up on him, so naturally he reached for his sword.

"I'm here as a token of appreciation from the Lady, gaoler. There is no need to pick up weapons.", Fiandrael's voice was soothing and reassuring, almost hypnotic.

The man's anger turned back into confusion, hearing that a woman was behind all that clothing and listening that she was there to please him.

"I-I can't, there is someone really important here and the Lady doesn't want anyone but me in here. Why would she send you?", he asked, suspicious of the woman's intentions.

"She said that you won't be receiving anymore visitors for a long time, so this is something for you to think of... but, if you do not wish it, then I'll be on my way.", Fiandrael replied and despite her cheerful tone, she was glad that he could not see the serious look on her face. Hating everything that came out of her mouth.

"NO!", the gaoler almost shouted when she turned around to leave, "I...I do want it."

It all happened very fast and Fiandrael took no pleasure in doing what she needed to do with that poor man, but to succeed in their plan the gaoler needed to see what she saw. As they finally embraced eachother, the man seemed not to care about the elf's looks as he was much more interested in what they were doing. It took much less time than she thought until they reached its climax and the visions begun to storm upon their minds, natural to the elven woman but agonizing to the breton.

When Fiandrael opened her eyes again, she saw the emptiness in the eyes of the gaoler and she knew that it worked, the man was barely there anymore. She quickly fumbled through his pockets until she found the set of keys she needed, hurrying to the exact door where the Prince sat behind.

"C'mon, Prince. We don't have much time and I need your help.", she had already dressed herself once again, besides the cowl which was lowered allowing Balin to look at her face.

"Thank the Gods, this place is too bloody dark. What do you need me for?", the Prince promptly got up, smiling as if he hasn't been behind bars the entire day.

Balin did as the elven farseer ordered and tossed the weird, seemingly lifeless gaoler into the cell.

"Gods...what have you done to him?", he asked, seeing that the man was still half-naked.

"Showed him his fate. Come on, we need to get out!", she pulled Balin by the hand towards the exit of the prision.