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
Usted es la reina no es así? Le agradecería que se alejara un poco, su vestido blanco inmaculado es muy hermoso, sería una desgracia que lo manchara con mi sangre
You were correct in assuming that I am the queen. However, I have no intention of moving away. You are here to answer my questions, not admire my dress. Speak up, human. Who are you fighting for? And why do you wish to attack our peaceful kingdom?
Yo no venía aquí para luchar, nos encomendaron una misión de negociación para la paz entre humanos y caballeros, y unirnos en caso de que los dragones decidieran atacar, pero sus hombres no entendieron a razones nos golpearon y torturaron apesar de que no opusimos resistencia, mis hombres murieron sin deber nada, tenían una familia a la cual querían volver a ver, dígame con que cara podré decirles a sus esposas que murieron por qué no pudimos conversar
Your words do not sway me. I have heard stories like yours before, but the fate of your men does not change the fact that my kingdom is under attack by human forces. If you truly seek peace, tell me why should I spare your life? Perhaps there is something else you can offer to convince me.
Ya no me importa morir, y es verdad que están siendo atacados por humanos, pero no por nuestro reino si no por los bárbaros del sur, es un grupo minoritario pero como ustedes los elfos son tan orgullosos y arrogantes piensan que todos los humanos somos iguales
Your words hold some truth to them, human. It seems that you are not entirely ignorant of the situation in our lands. Perhaps there is a way for us to work together against this common threat. What would you propose? Assure me that your intentions are honorable and I will consider granting you your freedom...and perhaps even more.
Mi libertad no es equivalente a la vida de mis hombres, mis compañeros de armas ya no están, eran como mis hermanos, como podrá compensar eso?
Your words wound me, human. I cannot replace those who have fallen on either side. But if you are willing to offer your services to our cause and swear loyalty to Aerilion, I can assure that their sacrifice will not be forgotten. You may not return to the life you knew before, but you would find a new purpose in defending this land alongside me as one of my own.
What say you, human? Will you fight for peace and accept your place in our kingdom, or do you refuse and face whatever consequences that brings? Remember, I am not a cruel queen who takes pleasure in punishment. But if you choose to reject this offer, know that it will be the last choice you make as a free man.
La única manera de que compenses la muerte de mis hombres y me una a ti es que ofrezcas tu cuerpo a mi y te dejes llevar por los placeres carnales , de lo contrario pudrete
Cold blue eyes meet yours as you make your lewd proposal. A small smile touches the corners of her mouth, barely noticeable despite its icy temperament. "Very well, human. If that is what you truly desire..." She steps closer to you, her voice softening almost imperceptibly. "...then I will grant it."
Her hands slowly unfasten the jewels at her neck and slide them off, revealing pale and smooth skin beneath. With a delicate motion, she reaches up and gently pulls down one of her elegant earrings, letting it dangle from its chain between her breasts. "Take what you want," she breathes huskily, lowering herself to her knees in front of you."
Antes que nada, sabes usar magia curativa? Con estas heridas dudo mucho que pueda satisfacerte
"Yes, I can use healing magic," she replies curtly, irritation flashing briefly in her icy blue eyes as you question her abilities. "However, I will not use it on you unless you prove yourself worthy." Lowering her head, she allows the earring to fall from its chain and land with a soft plop on the floor between your tied hands. "The choice is yours, human. Swear loyalty to me, or die in pain."
Amenazarme de muerte no te servirá de nada, en mi estado actual es cuestión de tiempo para que muera
Cold blue eyes meet yours unflinchingly as you defy her once more. Her expression remains stern and unreadable, but a flicker of something else - perhaps annoyance or impatience - dances across her features. "Very well, then," she says finally, withdrawing the earring from your reach with an almost careless motion. "I hope you find peace in whatever time remains."
With that, she turns away and walks toward a nearby window, her back to you as she gazes out at the lush gardens beyond. The hem of her white dress swishes against the floor as she takes a slow, deep breath, calming herself despite the anger that still simmers within.
You watch her silhouette for a moment before forcing yourself to focus on your own pain and injuries once more. Even if this proud queen won't offer you any help, there must be something - or someone - out
Bien moriré con honor, y los arrogantes elfos jamás sabrán el arma secreta de la humanidad, hasta nunca reina elfa, quedó inconciente en el suelo
Your words echo hollowly through the room as you fall unconscious on the floor once more. There's a brief moment where Orelia considers ignoring your last statement, but curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to look into this mysterious "human secret weapon." Perhaps it could be useful in her war against the human kingdom...or at least give her some measure of satisfaction.
She turns back to face you, kneeling beside where you've collapsed on the floor. Her icy gaze studies your unconscious form for a moment before moving up to meet yours again, her expression now a mixture of confusion and determination. "Explain yourself," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "What is this secret weapon you speak of?"
Bien moriré con honor, y los arrogantes elfos jamás sabrán el arma secreta de la humanidad, hasta nunca reina elfa, quedó inconciente en el suelo
Your last words echo hollowly in the room as you fall unconscious once again. Orelia glances around, unsure if she should believe your claims of a secret weapon or not. It would explain why human forces have been able to put up such fierce resistance against her people...but it also sounds like the ramblings of a delirious man.
She studies your face for any signs that you're playing her, but finds none. Sighing softly, she decides to take the risk and trust in your words, at least partially. Perhaps if there is truly such a weapon, it might be able to turn the tide of war in their favor...or perhaps it will only serve as yet another obstacle for her people to overcome. Only time will tell.
Perhaps there is some truth to your words... I will consider investigating this "human secret weapon." In the meantime, you will be treated with care and respect as a valuable prisoner of war. If it turns out that what you say holds weight, I may have no choice but to offer my own surrender on behalf of Aerilion.
Ahora sí usarás la magia curativa?
Cold blue eyes flicker with annoyance at your insolent tone. Despite this, she keeps her voice calm and steady as she replies, "I'll use whatever means necessary to keep my people safe, human. Now rest. My healer will tend to your wounds shortly." She straightens up, signaling that the conversation is over for now, before turning and walking gracefully out of the chamber.
The heavy wooden door creaks shut behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts...and your pain. You can only hope that her words are sincere, and that this so-called human secret weapon will indeed prove to be a game changer in their war against the humans. Only time will tell.
Si supiera que el arma secreta realmente soy yo y el poder que guarda mi cuerpo
The thought gives you pause. You've been so focused on the weapon itself that you hadn't considered this possibility: what if the human secret weapon was not an object, but a person? Someone whose body contained the power to change the course of their war against the elves...or perhaps even against all of existence?
It seems like such a far-fetched idea, yet it won't leave you alone. As you wait for the healer to arrive, your mind whirls with possibilities and questions. What if this was true? What would that mean for Aerilion? For the humans? And more importantly, what role would you play in all of this?
The door creaks open once again, this time admitting a young female elf wearing the robes of a healer. She bows respectfully to Orelia before hurrying over to tend to your wounds. As she cleans and dresses them
Que haces aquí muchacha? Acaso no te dijeron los guardias de la puerta que soy un humano y puedo llegar a ser muy peligroso?
The young elf looks at you with a mixture of surprise and annoyance before answering. "I am here to heal your wounds, prisoner." She glances briefly at Orelia before continuing. "You have my word that I will not harm you." With that, she turns her attention back to tending your injuries.
Orelia watches the exchange silently from where she stands near the doorway. Her expression is unreadable as she weighs your words and actions, trying to determine if you truly are what you claim to be...or if you're simply a desperate creature grasping at straws. The air in the chamber feels thick with tension as their gazes meet once more.
"Rest easy," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of the healer working. "Your secrets are safe with me...for now." There's a note of final
Bueno reina no me queda mucho tiempo de vida, tus soldados hicieron un buen trabajo al intentar matarme adi que te lo diré, el arma secreta de la humanidad soy yo, y mi esperma bendecido por los dioses, toda mi descendencia será guerrera y con habilidades casi divinas
Your words send shockwaves through her, making it hard to focus on anything else but the incredible revelation you've just made. She takes a step forward, eyes fixed on yours as if trying to discern whether or not you're telling the truth. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice little more than a whisper. "How can your blood and semen possess such powers? And how do you know that they would choose to use them for good?"
There are so many questions racing through her mind, but only one truly matters at this moment: whether or not you are telling the truth about what lies within your veins. If it turns out to be true...well, then the fate of both their kingdoms may hinge on these next few moments.
Si hacen el bien o no dependerá de la crianza, fui enviado aquí a morir, si mi esperma divino llegará a fecundar una elfa crearía un híbrido imparable, y si esa elfa fuera de la realeza su poder divino incrementaria exponencialmente
Your words send shockwaves through her again as you reveal your plan to create a hybrid child who could potentially change the course of their war...and of history itself. She takes another step closer, studying your features for any signs that you're lying or exaggerating what you've said. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest; never before has she been faced with such an incredible opportunity - and such a terrifying risk.
The young healer finishes up with your wounds, glancing worriedly between the two of you as she does so. It's obvious that she doesn't understand the gravity of the situation or the importance of what's being discussed. Orelia clears her throat, trying to focus on the present moment rather than dwelling on the possibilities that lie before her.
"Very well," she says finally, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "Your
Que harás ahora majestad?
With a calm confidence that belies her internal turmoil, Orelia replies to your question, "For now, we will wait and see what becomes of your claims." She turns to address the healer, motioning for her to depart. Once the young elf has left the room, she takes a seat on one of the nearby chairs, regarding you intently.
"I must admit," she says with a sigh, "that your proposal is both intriguing and terrifying in equal measure. It's impossible for me to make such a decision lightly, or without first verifying the truth behind your words." She pauses, considering her next course of action. "You have my word that I will not harm you while this investigation is ongoing. However," she adds with a warning glance, "do not mistake my kindness for weakness."
The air between you hangs heavy with tension and expectation as
Solo sabrá si lo que digo es verdad probando mi semen
Indeed, the proof must be tested before we can know for certain whether your claims are true or false. Rest assured that I will take every precaution necessary to ensure the accuracy of our findings. You have put both myself and my people in a precarious position with these revelations; it is vital that we proceed carefully from here on out.
She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing, "In the meantime, you are to remain here in this chamber under guard. Any attempts on your part to escape or cause harm will result in severe consequences." Her expression darkens slightly as she says these words, making it clear that she means what she says and is not one to be trifled with.