Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160327203530/@comment-3293219-20160329144946

Kane marched through the hallways of his manor house, oblivious to the intruder in the mines. The Bosmer had little to no interest going to the mines right now as his prisoner was in the holding cell.

His two guards stood to attention, quickly opening the door for him as he stepped through, he didn't do any of that saluting crap. He was a mercinary, an assassin, not a soldier. At least, not any more...

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Talin was hung by his arms, suspended from the ceiling. Both arms were killing him and had gone numb some time ago. He couldn't even move his fingers anymore...

He slowly swayed from side to side, hanging his head as he tried to sleep, it was his only escape from the pain and soreness.

"Can you leave us for a minute?" Kane asked, slowly pulling a long cigarrette from the pocket of his tattered coat. The coat looked like it was a part of him, it wore several scars, which had been stitched back up again. Scars from stab wounds, arrow wounds and some other, harder to identify holes and stitch ups.

The Bosmer slowly brought the long stick-like cigarrette to his lips and lit it with a small flame spell. A flame spell that he had learned for the sole purpose of lighting those damn sticks. It was either that or pay a sourcerer and he wouldn't trust any sourcerer not to light his beard on fire.

He slowly approached Talin, circling him as he examined what had become of him. He had a beatiful, virtually blank canvas to work on. He stopped and watched as the guardsman stepped outside, as instructed, allowing him to proceed with the interrogation.

"Sorry about that, mate. I don't like to work with an audience." The Bosmer admitted, smirking a little and looking off to his left.

"It gives me performance anxiety, y'know?" He shrugged, eyeing a table full of old tools. Talin slowly opened his eyes and noticed them to,  getting a slight smirk out of Kane.

"Don't worry, I don't use them much. Only if people really piss me off."

There was a long pause as Kane stepped back, slowly pacing around the Imperial's back.

"Y'know... Tharn's been extra antsy about you and your crew. He sent us a report, telling us everything that the empire had on you." He stopped, pausing and standing in front of Talin, with a smirk.

"How is Kaylen? Do you know?"

Talin's eyes widened a little, that was a name that he hadn't heard in a long time. Not for... five years at least.

Not since this nightmare began...

"Heh... I heard that she married some merchant's son, less than three weeks after you died. Still, at least she had the decency to wait for you to die before fuckin' someone else, am I right?" The Senior Oakvale asked, with a smirk, not getting much of a reaction out of Talin.

"Right... That's enough chit chat... I don't really give a shit about who you're shagging, frankly it's non of my business or concern. What is my business is information, information for Tharn and a little birdie tells me that you've been stealing and collecting pieces of his walking stick.

Is that true?"

Kane left a silence, a silence that wasn't filled as Talin closed his eyes again, retreating back into his mind. He had no torture resistence training at all but he believed that removing himself mentally from this situation was the best way to avoid breaking. Right now? It was easy...

Now comes the hard part.

"What were you planning to do? Whack him over the head with it?" The Bosmer asked, shrugging as he stepped back, waiting for a response.

No response came, Talin just continued to retreat further, back into his mind. Kane was a man of patience, little patience but still, some is better than none, however, that patience was wearing thin.

Without warning, the Bosmer smashed his forehead into his Prisoner's, with enough force to shake him up, gasping in pain and shock before he recieved a rock-like fist to the face. Talin's nose was already busted and his mouth was full of blood, which he involuntarily spit across the room before Kane grabbed his face.

"Listen, you ungracious little shit! I don't like to be ignored! Especially in my own house! Now unless you want a huge smile, carved into your fuckin' face, I would like some sort of response out of you!"

Again, there was nothing, forcing Kane to step back as he slowly drew his knife, pushing the point against Talin's ribs.

"Y'know... Since you're staying the night..." He began, slowly slicking through the stitches. The knife was about fifteen inches long, any longer and it would be classified as a sword. He slowly dragged it up, slicing through the stitches of Talin's clothes, like they were nothing, he could feel the knife slightly cutting through his skin, it didn't hurt him but it was incredibly unnerving as a white line was drawn from his hip to his ribs.

Kane then tore his shirt off, causing him to swing from side to side even more, sending a shooting pain down to his shoulders. Being suspended from this ceiling was torture enough.

"Ah... There we go..." Kane began, giving the Imperial a smirk as he began to examine his previous battle scars.

"Pfft.. Youv'e been through the works, ain'tcha? Burns, cuts..." The Bosmer slowly raised his knife, pressing it against the Imperial's stomach.

"Let's... Add a few more, get you a little more attentoin from the ladies..." The Bosmer chuckled, quickly slicing across it and getting Talin to shudder as blood began to treacle out from the small wound, left near his hip.

"Y'know... I wouldn't have to do this, if you'd just tell me where the pieces of your walking stick were." Kane shrugged, seeming unsympathetic to his pain as he punched Talin, straight in his naval, sending him rocking backwards and forwards with an 'oomph.'

Kane let him swing for a moment or two as he let that sink in, slowly stepping back and holstering his knife and folding his arms as if he expected to hear a response. Sadly, he remained disapointed.

"Ah... Like your father... Stupidly resistant to the end. And now look where he is, stuck in some shit hole, with an old fucker, not even able to die."

"M-Maybe you should g-go join him..." Talin suggested, weakly, getting a weak chuckle out of the retired Merc.

"You think so? I guess I could go, give him the tragic news of his son's death." The Bosmer lost his facetious facade and quickly rammed his fist into Talin's gut, repeatedly before punching him across the face.

He then continued to work on his lower body, pummeling it with as much force as he could muster.

"This isn't going to go away Warhaft, it's never going to go away! I have your mage, I have your bitch ex girlfriend and I also have your fucking group, surrounded by guards at all times! Even if you die a martyr, everyone, everything you've ever given the slightest shit for will be reduced to ash!"

Talin then received a rather deep cut from the Assassin's blade, slicing just beneath his left pectoral muscle. The Imperial cried out in pain as the dagger was stained in blood, which quickly oozed out of the cut.

Talin threw his head back and cried out in pain before Kane's knife was slashed across his arm, thanks to the numbness, it wasn't anywhere near as painful but it was far from painless.

Kane continued to walk around him, slicing him up a little more as he did so, leaving cuts of varying degrees all over his front and back before smashing the hilt of the dagger on the back of his head, with enough force to render him unconscious.

Kane slowly stepped around, eyeing him meaningfully as he growled in frustration. Talin would need a few hours to recover now before he would be fit for interrogation again...

Next time, he wasn't fucking around, he was going straight for the tools.

Kane sighed heavily, exhaulting his frustrations in his breath as he dragged the flat of his knife against his tongue, tasting his oponent's blood.

With that, Kane looked over his shoulder and called out for the guard, who swiftly stepped inside.

"Sir!"

"Kane or Master Kane for fuck's sake. I'm not some dumb shit general!" The Bosmer growled, glancing back to Talin.

"Our friend's going to be licking his wounds for a few hours... Be a dear and fetch him some salt, it'll give 'em some flavour at least."

The Guard seemed somewhat hesitant. Some of those wounds looked horrendous and probably needed medical attention. Still, he knew better than to question...

"Yes... Mister Oakvale." He said, stepping back out of the room and running off to the kitchen as his Master slowly swaggered away.

He needed a drink or twelve to calm his nerves...