Tybis pauses at a set of huge black doors of a dull unknown material. There is no latch, no markings of any sort, in fact. But he knows of the doors\' secret. A secret passed through the ranks of guards for an time such as this. A time for revenge.
Slowly, he turns around and faces away from the doors, then backs up until his back is pressed to the cold surface. For a moment, nothing happens, but then a knocker appears before him, floating in mid-air. He reaches out and grasps the knocker, swinging it against nothing. The doors at his back vibrate silently in response, then slowly begin swinging inward.
Nodding to himself, Tybis takes the orange paint out of his arm pouch and begins writing on the now open doors. He is glad to put the paint to good use for once. Instead of marking his former master\'s prisoners and slaves with symbols of their supposed crimes, he had marked all the dangers for those who followed him. Each mark had felt like a declaration...a strike at the one who caused his beloved\'s death. Now, he writes out the instructions for opening the doors, then after a moment, starts writing again.
~To the Swordsman who gave me my life and the Fenkies at his side, I wish you safe passage though these doors. They will only open per the above instructions. I do not know your names, though I know your hearts. And my heart is the same. Be safe, and avenge those that have done you ill.
-TybisHe steps back and moves to toss the vile paint away, but stops. He brings the paint to his own chest and draws a single rune on the breastplate. The rune for betrayal. He tosses the paint against the wall, shattering the jar. He was done with that life.
As he enters the door, the chanting that he had been hearing cuts off. At the \'Illusion\' room, if he wasn\'t mistaken. A small smile turns up the corners of his mouth. Maybe he should have left a mark telling that that room was no danger. His former master had just liked the way it looked and the pretty way it made steel glow. Ah well, they would find out soon enough. Besides, the real danger was behind these doors.
[ooc]Too be added to. There is something on the other side of those doors you need to see.
Tybis walks down the long, wide hallway on the other side of the doors. Behind him, he hears the doors close softly, hardly making a sound. The only light in the hall now comes from greenish glowing runes on the walls and high ceiling, giving everything a sickly pallid cast. The end of the hall opens up into a cavernous round chamber, hundreds of feet across. Columns circle the room, green runes adorning only the sides facing in, so what lies behind them is shrouded in deep shadow.
But what lies at the center of the enormous room is what holds his attention. Hundreds of black chains dangle from the darkness overhead. At the end of the chains, just below head level, hang glass spheres wrapped in iron straps. As Tybis approaches them, he sees that they are filled with a clear reddish liquid, which almost seems to have a glow of its own. Something is floating in each of the spheres. Tybis reaches out to touch one, but recoils in disgust as he realizes just what it is they contain. Bits of fur rest in the globe he had been about to touch. In the next one over floats the pointed ear of an elf. On the other side, an eye stares blindly out at him. He backs away slowly, fighting revulsion. In every one of the glass spheres floats a small part of a body, from hair to skin to fingers.
Tybis turns away, he had been ready to face anything, but not this. What sick purpose could this room serve? How many had suffered to complete this?
A noise from the darkness behind the columns cuts his thoughts short. Slowly, as if resisting each step, a figure emerges. Tybis gasps. He cannot believe his eyes. It simply can not be!
?Lowisha? It is you! But?I saw you?dead,? Tybis says and begins to rush towards her.
?No, Tybis?stop!? Lowisha forces through her teeth. She raises a dagger in a trembling hand. ?Get away from me! I?I can?t stop myself.?
Tybis stops, nearly stumbling at her words. Why would his own wife hold a dagger to him? More footsteps from the dark proceed many more figures coming forth. Tybis shakes his head in disbelief. Most of them are in black, full plate armor and helms, but the ones that aren?t are the women he had just cut down from the gallows. The dead women?but they all alive.
?How?? Tybis asks, dazed.
?It is easy to fake a dead body, Tybis,? a man?s voice says from somewhere. ?All you have to do is convince everyone that they are really dead.?
A tall cloaked man steps out from behind Tybis?s wife and touches her cheek. She trembles, but doesn?t -or can?t- pull away. ?They make much better soldiers this way?or pets.?
Tybis stands in shock, finally seeing the black soldiers for what the were. They were all slender, even in their armor, not a one of them large enough to be a man. They were all women. The women he and his fellow guardsmen had thought dead. Their wives, their daughters, their sisters. All thought to be killed to ensure obedience. Alive?and enslaved.