Posted by Baroness Meleranti & Company
on 5/9/2009, 8:56 am
With a look of smug satisfaction upon his face, Waylon concluded, “An’ den ya’ gonna’ see whose da’ master and whose da’ slave. Know whatta’ mean? Now whatcha gonna’ do, SLAVE?”
Taking a deep breath, Kana walked away before she went to kill him. She decided that she would decide the fates of the Pack before finishing with Waylon.
"I'm curious," the Gamer began conversationally. "Do you actually want to die? Because every time you open your mouth, you just provide us with another argument in favor of not letting you live. If you really would rather die than be subject to humiliation," he paused, and his eyes began to glow a baleful red, "I can accommodate you right now, and we can skip this whole rigmarole and get on with our lives. Or afterlives, as the case may be."
“You ain’t got da’ guts to take ma’ life!” snapped Waylon Mercy defiantly, “Oh sure, ya’ can hurt me any time ya’ like. But you ain’t got the killin’ instinct in ya’, mistah. If ya’ had, ya’ woulda killed me by now. So why don’t you just shut ya’ mouth and an’ make like da’ wind an’ blow! Ya’ all bark, mistah, an’ no bite! Haw! Haw! Haw!”
"Killing instinct?" Tommy shrugged. "No, I suppose I don't. Not in the sense you mean." The glow faded from his eyes, but his smile was, if anything, wider. "But if you think that means I can't kill? You could ask the local Thieves' Guild about that, once they find themselves a new set of leaders. See, they made the mistake of threatening my friends. Oh!" He continued in mock surprise. "You did that too, didn't you? Maybe I should show you why that's a bad idea…"
Gently, the Gamer placed his hand over Waylon's heart. Acerak's grave-cold influence flowed into the Slaver's body, stealing away the ability to move. Arms and legs became leaden, breaths became fewer and farther apart, and his heart slowed, slowed, stopped.
“Ack! Ack! Ack!” were the only words that escaped Waylon’s lips as Tommy’s touch slowly but surely began to kill him.
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The Chronicler walked up to The Wolfen and gently brushed some of the Wolfen’s hair out of her eyes, “Are you forgetting that you have me, Kana? All we have to do is split up and take care of business after we are finished with The Mercy Family. I’ll teleport you, Serna and The Pack to Meleranti’s place where we can drop them off on The Baroness. While we are doing that, the others can walk back to Fair Weather, gather up their belongings and say good-bye to Ianto. We’ll pop up back at The Harlech Inn and then I’ll bring everyone to Aurilaz before I run off to go do some evil to balance off all the good that I have done here. It’s all a piece of cake, Kana, it’s all easy as pie.”
Pointing in the direction of Wayon Mercy, the Drowling grinned mischievously, “Now brand this sucker so we can get started and drop your ‘friends’ off with Meleranti. Let’s see whether or not he’ll squeal like a pig when he gets poked! Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
The Gamer noticed Kana's attention returning. "Oops," he whispered. "I hope I didn't break her toy." He lifted his hand away from Waylon's chest, returning control of his muscles to the Slaver. As Waylon gasped for breath, Tommy whispered to him, "Maybe we'll get another chance to play once she's done with you. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Waylon’s sole response was a continued gasping of air as he fought for breath.
Kana couldn't help but laugh with War Scribe. Going back over to the fire, she got her brand red hot again and walked over to Waylon.
“Don’t ya’ dare do it, SLAVE!” snarled Waylon trying to back away from Kana, “I command ya’ ta’ stop RIGHT NOW!”
Kana cut Waylon's newest taunt off by grabbing the back of his head and branded his cheek. She caught herself before she cringed and was able to hold herself steady so she could finish. Dropping the poker when she was done, she said flatly, "Waylon Mercy, you are condemned. No one will have mercy for you."
At first, Waylon Mercy gritted his teeth and bore the brunt of the pain that Kana inflicted upon him. As his flesh burned and his face seared from the heat, the Slaver suffered in silence until the pain became too great for him to endure. In a cry of anguish, Waylon Mercy screamed like a wounded animal struggling to be free of the Wolfen’s grip. When Kana finally released him, the Slaver rolled around on the ground in an attempt to cool down his face and soak his newly-acquired brand with dirt. Groaning and moaning in complete anguish and humiliation, Waylon Mercy buried his face in the dirt and only mumbled, “Curse you! Kana! Curse you to the Hells of Gorrius!”
"Being as I just came from there," Kana taunted him, "thanks to you. I have no need to go back. Welcome to your own Hell."
Byrs, Nimka and Myraa stood in complete shock and stunned silence as they watched Kana brand their former master. They could not believe it, they simply could not believe that Kana could turn against their ex-master and do so successfully. They simply could not believe it.
“Way to go, Kana!” cried Serna as she cheered her friend on before she turned to Waylon Mercy, “What goes around comes around, you mean baddie! You just got what you deserve. So there!” Kana’s Ex-Servant promptly stuck her tongue out at the defeated slaver.
War Scribe leapt into The Wolfen’s arms and gave her a bone-crushing hug. Speaking in a voice that was a perfect mimic for Waylon Mercy, the Drowling crowed, “Now DAT is whut I call a right and proper brandin! Haw! Haw! Haw!”
Letting Kana go The Chronicler returned to her natural voice smiling from ear to ear, “Well done, Kana, well done. In fact, you can stick a fork in him right now, because I do believe he is WELL DONE! Mwuha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Recovering from her own humor, War Scribe added, “So are you ready to bring your friends to Meleranti’s place and see if The Baroness would be willing to take on a few boarders?”
"Let's try to make it quick. We've already wasted enough time as is," Kana agreed.
“As you wish, my Scruffy Wuffy Wolfie,” War Scribe turned to Byrs, Nimka and Myraa as she held out her hands, “Hey! You three! Get over here right now and grab one of my arms!”
Without hesitation the trio did as they were commanded. Serna took War Scribe’s hand and clutched Kana’s hand as well.
War Scribe turned to the rest of The Adventurers, “We shan’t be long! We’ll meet all of you back at The Harlech Inn once we’re through dropping these guys off at Meleranti’s palace. And on that note, we are outta here!”
The Drowling and her compatriots disappeared from view.
Baroness Meleranti was sitting in her private garden pruning some roses when she felt a magical presence pop up not more than a few feet behind her. Turning to confront the magical interloper, the Baroness was both pleased and surprised to see that her friends and Ex-Servant had paid her a visit.
“Lady War Scribe! Kana! Serna!” the Baroness rose to her feet as she ran over to them, “Welcome back! How have you been? Where are the others? How does High Lady Alyson fair these days?”
“Hello, Mele, long time no see!” chirped The Drowling “I’ve been great, so much Death and plenty of time in which to enjoy it. Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“I have been well, my Baroness,” Serna smiled before she stopped herself, “Whoops, I forgot protocol.”
War Scribe and Serna immediately curtsied before the Baroness who waved them off, “Now you two know better than that! We are all friends here. And you three will always be welcome in my home.”
Meleranti gave War Scribe, Kana and Serna each a warm hug before she turned to their other three companions, “So, who are your friends? And why are the four of you wearing those dreadful slave collars?”
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