Post by Tallaith on Dec 30, 2008 18:44:28 GMT -5
This is part of the ongoing plot regarding a bounty on Ciaphias and Coltsfoot. This is how Coltsfoot was poisoned. Mwahahaha!
((This happens at an abandoned campsite in the Far Chetwood, overlooking a huge and empty lake. The sun is just rising.))
Coltsfoot pokes at the fire, scowling. 'Bright blaze fer me ta have left it two hours ago...' She shakes her head and surveys the lake, smiling a bit. She sits down by the fire.
Spectre looks down at the campsite from the rise above, having already made sure no one else was nearby. Very slowly, keeping the ruin walls between him and his prey, he makes his way down the slope toward the campsite.
Coltsfoot yawns and blinks, trying to keep from nodding before the shelter of daylight. She jerks her chin off her chest, rubbing her eyes once more with tiny fists.
Spectre stands in the shadow of tree and wall, grinning as the Hobbit fights sleep. Reaching to a small pouch at his waist, he pours a bit of powder into his hand then tosses it skyward, having guaged the wind so that it would take the sleeping herb her way.
Coltsfoot sighs and judges the redness of dawn, more tired that she can ever recall. She slips off her quiver and lays her spear, bow, and axe close at hand and falls back with a deep yawn.
Spectre waits until he's sure the powder has taken effect then makes his way to the Hobbit's side. He takes his time binding her wrists and ankles, tossing her weapons off to one side. Once done, he takes a leaf from another pouch and holds it under her nose to wake her. He takes a seat, so he can see her face more clearly, knowing the expression was going to be extremely satisfying, if not less so than the one yet to come.
Coltsfoot blinks groggily, taking almost a full minute to wake up entirely from an exhausted and drugged daze. She yawns and tries to reach for her bow, always her first action when she wakes.
Spectre says, 'Rise an' face tha world.'
Coltsfoot hisses as her eyes snap open. She looks around the campsite wildly, thrashing her hands and feet about. 'Tha... Who *are* you?' She sits up clumsily, her face going a little pale. She glares at the stranger, wriggling her wrists and searching for her weapons. 'Ya caught me. Finally someone did. So my fears are a bit more... concentrated now.'
Spectre smirks as she realizes she's bound, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'm somebody what's gonna be real important ta you in tha near future." He chuckles darkly. "Yer fears are just beginnin'.."
Coltsfoot halts her straining and stares at the stranger. "Tha tells me nothin'. Are ya a coward ta tie a lass up like this?"
Spectre shakes his head as he takes a third pouch from his waist and pours a bit of the crushed herbs into his palm. "Just didna wanna risk...damagin' tha merchandise." He poured a bit of water into his palm from his waterskin, creating a bit of paste from the dried herbs. "If I let ya get at them weapons, I'd have to hurt ya or worse." He sneers. "I much prefer what I got planned, instead." He stands and moves behind her.
Coltsfoot watches every movement in horrified concentration, her hands falling limply to her lap. She moans and begins twisting her wrists, the rope biting her skin in her frenzy. 'What are ya doin'?'
Spectre leans way down, his face resting beside hers over her shoulder. "Now, now...calm down. You'll just be hurtin' yerself." He then reaches around and grasps her jaw, prying her mouth open and slipping his finger in, upon which the paste rests.
"Be a good lass an' don't be makin' me hold yer nose like a dog."
Coltsfoot screeches and clamps her teeth down fiercely, kicking spumes of dirt into the fire as she tries to wriggle away.
Spectre growls, having guessed she would try to bite him and grateful she was only a Hobbit. He pinches her jaws strongly, almost enough to separate them if she continued to struggle. "That weren't smart, lass. Try that again an' I'll be makin' it so ya won't be eatin' for a month."
Coltsfoot closes her eyes in mock resignation, gagging as she tries to force the foul paste from her mouth.
Spectre forces her mouth closed and holds it that way. "Swallow it," he orders sternly.
Coltsfoot tries one last time to escape, violently kicking. She yeilds finally, going still, her nostrils flaring. She gulps with a tiny whimper.
Spectre grins and lifts his hand away from her mouth to pat her cheek, almost gently. "There's a good lass. I knew ya could be seein' reason." He steps back around to sit in front of her, keeping the fire to his back so his face, save his lips, is still hidden in shadow.
Coltsfoot sighs, her head dropping nearly to her chest as she spits as quickly as she can. She peeks cautiously at the Man, her eyes glazed in fear. 'What was...'She spits again. "What was that?"
Spectre grins once more, though there is no humor in the expression. "That be why I'm gonna be tha most important person in yer life, for as long as it lasts.." He pauses as he reaches down to collect some dirt and rubs away the remainder of paste
from palm and finger. He lifts his head enough to see her face, wanting to savor her expression as he continues. "It be a very rare poison...very slow acting but excrutiatingly painful."
Coltsfoot scrubs her mouth on her shoulder, her eyes huge as she takes in every detail of the Man. She slumps, training her eyes carefully on the ground just before her. Her lip quivers a bit but she stays silent except for a few soft sniffs.
Spectre says, 'Now, now, it be a bit early for that, lass. An' if ya do as I say, well....I'll likely be seein' clear ta givin' ya tha antidote. If not...' He shrugs as if her death meant nothing to him.
Coltsfoot shakes her head. "Ya can't get tha prize wit' me dead. An easy target, a lass. How fast is it, an' how..." She bites down panic. "How much does it hurt?"
Spectre chuckles once more, shaking his head. "Yer a small prize, but no' one I'd be passin' up, o' course. No, tha one I be after be yer mate. Ten gold ain't no drop in a bucket, but a hundred.." He pauses. "As ta how much pain you'll be havin'....well, that'll all be dependin' on you, lass."
Coltsfoot moans softly and struggles again against her bonds, panic as clear on her features as the water in Starmere Lake. "I'll kill ya!" She howls as she falls over on her side, rage and fear blurring her reason as she fights to free herself.
Spectre grins. "I be sure ya think ya can an', who knows? If things was ta fall just right.." He shrugs. "But, no' today ya won't. 'cause even after I cut ya loose, you'll no' be touchin' me or you'll no' be seein' that antidote." He reaches over and pulls her roughly back into a seated position, grabbing either side of her face with his hands. "Listen well, lass, 'cause I won't be 'round ta repeat it.."
Coltsfoot stares at the Man's shadowed face, her eyes huge as she hangs on his every word.
Spectre says, 'After I be leavin' here, yer ta talk ta that wench what knows tha whereabouts o' yer mate. When ya find out where he be, you'll go ta him or have him come to you. Then he be mine an' you get ta go on ta live a long an' happy life..'
Coltsfoot winces and shrinks from the Man's touch, tears rolling down her face. "Aye. I unnerstand. How long do I have ta do this?'
Spectre again pats her cheek almost gently. "Unfortuntely, I do no' rightly know. It works different on different folk." He sneers. "All tha more reason ta act fast an' get that mate o' yers in my hand."
Coltsfoot grits her teeth. "Aye. I'll do it. Since I hafta. How will ya find me?"
Spectre's sneer shifts into a grin. "Dontcha be worryin' about that, lass. I'll be watchin' ya."
Coltsfoot says, 'I s'pose ya have been fer a while ta find me here.'She begins to cry in earnest, pulling away from the Man's touch. "Yer a clever one, an' rotted in every way."
Spectre stands without replying to that, and unsheaths his dagger. Reaching down, he quickly cuts through her bindings. "To tha core, lass....to tha core. Just be rememberin' that if ya ever be thinkin' o' crossin' me. Aye.?'
Coltsfoot does not look up at the Man as she nods faintly. 'Aye.'
Spectre moves out of the ruins without further word, leaving her to think on her fate.
Coltsfoot rubs her raw wrists for a moment, debating. She looks to her weapons, kicking the fire in her rage.
((This happens at an abandoned campsite in the Far Chetwood, overlooking a huge and empty lake. The sun is just rising.))
Coltsfoot pokes at the fire, scowling. 'Bright blaze fer me ta have left it two hours ago...' She shakes her head and surveys the lake, smiling a bit. She sits down by the fire.
Spectre looks down at the campsite from the rise above, having already made sure no one else was nearby. Very slowly, keeping the ruin walls between him and his prey, he makes his way down the slope toward the campsite.
Coltsfoot yawns and blinks, trying to keep from nodding before the shelter of daylight. She jerks her chin off her chest, rubbing her eyes once more with tiny fists.
Spectre stands in the shadow of tree and wall, grinning as the Hobbit fights sleep. Reaching to a small pouch at his waist, he pours a bit of powder into his hand then tosses it skyward, having guaged the wind so that it would take the sleeping herb her way.
Coltsfoot sighs and judges the redness of dawn, more tired that she can ever recall. She slips off her quiver and lays her spear, bow, and axe close at hand and falls back with a deep yawn.
Spectre waits until he's sure the powder has taken effect then makes his way to the Hobbit's side. He takes his time binding her wrists and ankles, tossing her weapons off to one side. Once done, he takes a leaf from another pouch and holds it under her nose to wake her. He takes a seat, so he can see her face more clearly, knowing the expression was going to be extremely satisfying, if not less so than the one yet to come.
Coltsfoot blinks groggily, taking almost a full minute to wake up entirely from an exhausted and drugged daze. She yawns and tries to reach for her bow, always her first action when she wakes.
Spectre says, 'Rise an' face tha world.'
Coltsfoot hisses as her eyes snap open. She looks around the campsite wildly, thrashing her hands and feet about. 'Tha... Who *are* you?' She sits up clumsily, her face going a little pale. She glares at the stranger, wriggling her wrists and searching for her weapons. 'Ya caught me. Finally someone did. So my fears are a bit more... concentrated now.'
Spectre smirks as she realizes she's bound, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'm somebody what's gonna be real important ta you in tha near future." He chuckles darkly. "Yer fears are just beginnin'.."
Coltsfoot halts her straining and stares at the stranger. "Tha tells me nothin'. Are ya a coward ta tie a lass up like this?"
Spectre shakes his head as he takes a third pouch from his waist and pours a bit of the crushed herbs into his palm. "Just didna wanna risk...damagin' tha merchandise." He poured a bit of water into his palm from his waterskin, creating a bit of paste from the dried herbs. "If I let ya get at them weapons, I'd have to hurt ya or worse." He sneers. "I much prefer what I got planned, instead." He stands and moves behind her.
Coltsfoot watches every movement in horrified concentration, her hands falling limply to her lap. She moans and begins twisting her wrists, the rope biting her skin in her frenzy. 'What are ya doin'?'
Spectre leans way down, his face resting beside hers over her shoulder. "Now, now...calm down. You'll just be hurtin' yerself." He then reaches around and grasps her jaw, prying her mouth open and slipping his finger in, upon which the paste rests.
"Be a good lass an' don't be makin' me hold yer nose like a dog."
Coltsfoot screeches and clamps her teeth down fiercely, kicking spumes of dirt into the fire as she tries to wriggle away.
Spectre growls, having guessed she would try to bite him and grateful she was only a Hobbit. He pinches her jaws strongly, almost enough to separate them if she continued to struggle. "That weren't smart, lass. Try that again an' I'll be makin' it so ya won't be eatin' for a month."
Coltsfoot closes her eyes in mock resignation, gagging as she tries to force the foul paste from her mouth.
Spectre forces her mouth closed and holds it that way. "Swallow it," he orders sternly.
Coltsfoot tries one last time to escape, violently kicking. She yeilds finally, going still, her nostrils flaring. She gulps with a tiny whimper.
Spectre grins and lifts his hand away from her mouth to pat her cheek, almost gently. "There's a good lass. I knew ya could be seein' reason." He steps back around to sit in front of her, keeping the fire to his back so his face, save his lips, is still hidden in shadow.
Coltsfoot sighs, her head dropping nearly to her chest as she spits as quickly as she can. She peeks cautiously at the Man, her eyes glazed in fear. 'What was...'She spits again. "What was that?"
Spectre grins once more, though there is no humor in the expression. "That be why I'm gonna be tha most important person in yer life, for as long as it lasts.." He pauses as he reaches down to collect some dirt and rubs away the remainder of paste
from palm and finger. He lifts his head enough to see her face, wanting to savor her expression as he continues. "It be a very rare poison...very slow acting but excrutiatingly painful."
Coltsfoot scrubs her mouth on her shoulder, her eyes huge as she takes in every detail of the Man. She slumps, training her eyes carefully on the ground just before her. Her lip quivers a bit but she stays silent except for a few soft sniffs.
Spectre says, 'Now, now, it be a bit early for that, lass. An' if ya do as I say, well....I'll likely be seein' clear ta givin' ya tha antidote. If not...' He shrugs as if her death meant nothing to him.
Coltsfoot shakes her head. "Ya can't get tha prize wit' me dead. An easy target, a lass. How fast is it, an' how..." She bites down panic. "How much does it hurt?"
Spectre chuckles once more, shaking his head. "Yer a small prize, but no' one I'd be passin' up, o' course. No, tha one I be after be yer mate. Ten gold ain't no drop in a bucket, but a hundred.." He pauses. "As ta how much pain you'll be havin'....well, that'll all be dependin' on you, lass."
Coltsfoot moans softly and struggles again against her bonds, panic as clear on her features as the water in Starmere Lake. "I'll kill ya!" She howls as she falls over on her side, rage and fear blurring her reason as she fights to free herself.
Spectre grins. "I be sure ya think ya can an', who knows? If things was ta fall just right.." He shrugs. "But, no' today ya won't. 'cause even after I cut ya loose, you'll no' be touchin' me or you'll no' be seein' that antidote." He reaches over and pulls her roughly back into a seated position, grabbing either side of her face with his hands. "Listen well, lass, 'cause I won't be 'round ta repeat it.."
Coltsfoot stares at the Man's shadowed face, her eyes huge as she hangs on his every word.
Spectre says, 'After I be leavin' here, yer ta talk ta that wench what knows tha whereabouts o' yer mate. When ya find out where he be, you'll go ta him or have him come to you. Then he be mine an' you get ta go on ta live a long an' happy life..'
Coltsfoot winces and shrinks from the Man's touch, tears rolling down her face. "Aye. I unnerstand. How long do I have ta do this?'
Spectre again pats her cheek almost gently. "Unfortuntely, I do no' rightly know. It works different on different folk." He sneers. "All tha more reason ta act fast an' get that mate o' yers in my hand."
Coltsfoot grits her teeth. "Aye. I'll do it. Since I hafta. How will ya find me?"
Spectre's sneer shifts into a grin. "Dontcha be worryin' about that, lass. I'll be watchin' ya."
Coltsfoot says, 'I s'pose ya have been fer a while ta find me here.'She begins to cry in earnest, pulling away from the Man's touch. "Yer a clever one, an' rotted in every way."
Spectre stands without replying to that, and unsheaths his dagger. Reaching down, he quickly cuts through her bindings. "To tha core, lass....to tha core. Just be rememberin' that if ya ever be thinkin' o' crossin' me. Aye.?'
Coltsfoot does not look up at the Man as she nods faintly. 'Aye.'
Spectre moves out of the ruins without further word, leaving her to think on her fate.
Coltsfoot rubs her raw wrists for a moment, debating. She looks to her weapons, kicking the fire in her rage.