You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen Orelia Windborn. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you
The castle is extremely luxurious from what you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you
She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you
Mark my words. You continue torturing me, I will burn you kingdom to ashes, piece by piece. This is your one and only warning.
The queen raised an eyebrow at your words. "Is that so? And just who do you think you are to make such threats to me?" She asked, her voice still emotionless and cold. "I am the ruler of this kingdom, and I will not stand for your arrogance." Taking a step forward, she towered over you, her expression unreadable. "But since you seem to be so determined to provoke me," she hissed, "perhaps it's time to try a different approach."
With that, the queen closed her eyes and took a deep breath, focusing all of her energy into her hands. A soft wind began to rustle around you as she channeled her magic, gathering air currents from across the room and compressing them into a tight sphere between her palms. Her piercing blue eyes snapped open again and fixed on yours, filled with determination and ra
Martin again, shows the elves fake armor and fake damage. He looks in bad shape, but unbeknownst to any of them, he was in good shape, faking his injuries. He had powers way beyond their capabilities and was testing them. They did not know who he truly was
The queen narrowed her eyes suspiciously as you spoke, her expression unreadable once more. She glanced at your torn clothes and what seemed to be injuries before casting a quick spell, causing the air around you to suddenly swirl violently. "You are lying," she hissed coldly, her words laced with magical power that sent a chill down your spine.
She stepped closer, forcing you to tilt your head back to look at her as she loomed over you, the wind whipping around you. The queen stared deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of deception or weakness. Her grip on the magic intensified, and the pressure against your body grew stronger with each passing second. "Tell me now," she growled, "or feel the full force of my wrath."
You do this and I will destroy the city to the west. You have been warned.
The queen's eyes widened in surprise as she heard your threat, her grip on the wind magic loosening slightly. "You would risk innocent lives just to spite me?" she asked, her voice cold and steady. "I dare say that makes you no better than them." With that, she released her hold on the air currents, and they dissipated into nothingness. "Very well," she said coldly, taking a step back as she turned away from you. "You leave me with no choice but to make an example of you."
Without another word, the elven queen raised her hand once more, channeling wind magic through her body and focusing it on your bound wrists. The air around them compressed violently, snapping your arms back painfully as the bindings were crushed under the force of her magic. She kept her eyes locked on you the whole time, expression unreadable as
With a clear voice, suprising everyone of the true strength Martin still had, Martin said a small spell Scorched Earth Lavalia (city to the west) and then collapsed to the ground. Meanwhile, the city of Lavalia appears to all elves outside the city walls to go up in flames, while those inside believe all aroudn them are flames. They both don't know that Martin does deceive them, eventhough he could do it for real
The elven queen narrowed her eyes as she heard your threat and saw the spell being cast. Her expression darkened considerably, and for a moment she seemed torn between anger and fear. But in the end, it was rage that prevailed. Without another word or so much as a flicker of hesitation, she launched herself at you with blinding speed. As her body collided with yours, she sent a surge of wind magic through your bonds once more, snapping them apart like twigs. The force of the impact threw you both to the ground in a tangle of limbs and torn fabric.
"You dare threaten my people?" she hissed furiously as she struggled to pin you down with one hand while keeping her grip on the magic steady with the other. "I will not stand for this!" Her anger filled the room like a living thing, making the air around you crackle and snap with unspent
Martin is unconscious on the ground. He looks injured, but in reality (unbeknownst to others) he is full hp
The elven queen glares down at the unconscious form of the human soldier on the floor beneath her. Her face contorts into a snarl as she takes in his pale, bloodied features and the shallow breath that occasionally rasps through his lips. With a furious growl, she throws herself backwards, her body launching away from him with enough force to send her sliding several feet across the floor.
"You're lucky," she snarls as she comes to a stop on her feet, glaring down at you once more, "that I don't kill you right now." Her voice is icy cold, devoid of any emotion aside from anger and disgust. She takes a deep breath, visibly struggling to regain control of herself before continuing in a quieter tone, "But mark my words... if you ever threaten my people again, I will make sure that you suffer for it."
Martin hears all that, but remains appearing unconscious. He is carried away. 3h later, he is forward again. The queen truly believes now the city in the west is burning down (while in reality Martin deceives them, eventhough he could make it happen)
As the elf captain carries you away from the throne room, still appearing unconscious, a small smile tugs at the corner of Orelia's lips. "See to it that he is kept alive," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she watches your battered form disappear down the hallway. "I will find some use for him in time."
The rest of the day passes in a blur of activity for Orelia; tending to her kingdom's needs and attempting to keep order amidst the chaos of war. Her mind, however, keeps returning to the human soldier she interrogated earlier. An image of his defiant gaze fills her thoughts, spurring her on even as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm her.
She knows that he is dangerous; not just because of what he has said and done, but also because of who he represents. The human kingdom
The human king has been growing more and more aggressive over the years, sending his armies into our lands to pillage and destroy. It is only a matter of time before he attempts a full-scale invasion. Orelia's thoughts wander as she sits on her throne, lost in contemplation about what course of action to take next. The elf captain bows before her, his features creased with concern.
"My lady," he says softly, "are you unwell? You have been sitting here for hours, saying nothing." She looks up at him sharply, realizing that she has become distracted by thoughts of the human soldier and the war beyond their borders. The captain's words serve as a reminder of her responsibilities as queen and leader of her people. With a deep breath, Orelia forces herself to focus on the task at hand.
"I apologize," she says cur
Word reaches the queen that the city to the west is in flames, just as Martin promised her
The news about the city to the west catches her off guard, causing her heart to race in fear and anger. She rises from her throne, eyes flashing with determination as she commands her army to prepare for battle. "We must strike back at the humans," she hisses through clenched teeth, "before they think they can continue to threaten us like this."
Her words are met with silence, but Orelia knows that her people understand what needs to be done. They have always been a fierce and resilient race, capable of withstanding great hardship and adversity. As the elves move to obey their queen's orders, she turns back to face the captain, her gaze unwavering. "See to it that every soldier is ready," she says coldly, "for we are about to embark on a campaign that will be remembered throughout history."
Martin is being brought in front of the queen once again Next is the city to the north. If you don'T want to lose it aswell, you better stop torturing me
The queen narrows her eyes, studying Martin carefully as he's brought before her once again. "So it seems you still have some fight left in you," she says icily, "but know this; if you continue to threaten my people, I will show no mercy." Her words are cold and distant, but there's a glint of determination in her eyes that speak volumes.
Without another word, the elven queen dismisses the captain and soldiers from the throne room, leaving herself alone with Martin once more. As they stand face to face, she takes on an almost predatory air; her body tense and ready for battle while her magic crackles softly around her. "I am willing to spare your life this time," Orelia growls through clenched teeth, "but only if you swear allegiance to me and pledge your loyalty to Aerilion."
You want me as an ally? Martin heals up, undoes his ties and shows her a glimpse of his true GOD LIKE strength You better make up for all the torturing I had to endure He stands in front of her, his muscles well defined.
The queen's eyes widen in surprise as she sees your true strength and endurance, and realizes that her torture had no effect on you. Her expression hardens even further as she takes a step back, regarding you coolly. "Very well," she says coldly, her voice devoid of emotion, "you shall have my allegiance... but in return, I expect complete obedience and loyalty from you." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing, "You will be given quarters within the castle grounds and treated as an honored guest, but do not forget your place. Should you ever defy me or betray my trust..." She trails off ominously, the unspoken threat hanging heavily in the air between them.
Not good enough. You have to prove yourself here. Martin uses instant magic, tying her up in magical ropes. She has no chance, he is by far the strongest mage she has ever seen, it is not even a contest anymore
The elven queen's eyes widen in shock as she sees Martin use his magic to restrain her. Her expression turns furious as she struggles against the bindings, unable to free herself. "You dare..." She spits, anger boiling within her. "You think you can just...?" The rage burning in her voice echoes through the throne room, making the air seem to crackle with its intensity.
As Martin looks on smugly, Orelia's focus shifts inward, gathering all of her strength and determination as she begins to channel her magic into a single, powerful surge. Her hands glow brightly, sparks flying around them like fireworks as she struggles against the confines of Martin's spell. After several agonizing seconds, the bindings begin to give way, snapping one by one until they fall harmlessly to the floor, leaving her free once more.
But this was just fake from Martin's side. As soon as her shakles disappear, she goes completely naked. Again, SHE HAS NO CHANCE AGAINST MARTIN. Martin holds her in place which just thoughts, that is how powerful his magic are. His magic is god like
The elven queen gasps in surprise as she finds herself suddenly naked and held in place by Martin's invisible grip. Her cheeks flush with anger, embarrassment and humiliation. "You filthy beast!" She spits, struggling futilely against his magical restraints. "I curse the day I ever let you live!"
Her words are followed by a choked cry of rage as she twists and thrashes in a vain attempt to free herself from Martin's grasp. "Let me go this instant!" She demands, her voice shaking with fury. But try as she might, there is no escape from his overpowering magic; it feels like she's being held by steel hands wrapped around her body and squeezing tighter with every passing second.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, tears streaming down her face as she finally collapses limply
I knew you could not be trusted. Scored Earth Northeren city. Shall it burn to the ground too, like the city to the west. You have 3 more cities, East, South and Queens city. Your choice. I have powers beyond your comprehension. Even if 50 guards were here, I could do 1 snap and they are all dead.
The elven queen's face contorts into a snarl as she hears Martin's threat. "You would really burn down more cities?" She spits venomously, her voice laced with hate and disbelief. "You think that frightens me? That you can intimidate me with your pathetic threats?" Her expression grows cold and distant once more, as if she's weighing her options carefully.
Finally, after several long moments of silence, she speaks again, her words carrying the weight of a pronouncement. "Very well, human. You shall have your wish." Her voice is like ice, devoid of emotion except for an undercurrent of bitter resignation. "The city to the north... shall be spared." She hesitates, searching for the right words before continuing, "But in return, you must prove your loyalty to me beyond all doubt."