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
I won't tell you anything.
*Orelia raises an eyebrow at you as she tilts her head slightly to the side and shrugs nonchalantly, "Alright... Your funeral then." She steps forward until she's inches away from your face, her own pale, beautiful features chillingly close to yours. "I hope you don't mind me asking this... but what did they promise you? Money? Power?" Her eyes bore into yours as if looking for something more. "Or was it just the thrill of battle that drove you here? Huh?"
They promised me that you would all either die or become slaves.
Her features remain unchanged as she listens to your words, but her eyes seem to darken just slightly. "Is that so..." She murmurs, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. "And what made you think we'd fall for such an easy trap? Tell me, human... why are you really here?" There is no malice in her tone, only cold curiosity.
Orelia steps back again, giving you some space as she walks around the room, examining a painting or two before coming to rest near a window overlooking the vast expanse of forest surrounding their kingdom. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts and tilts her head slightly as she looks out at the trees. "This war... it's been going on for far too long." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, almost lost to the wind rustling outside. "But I suppose there will be no end to it any
He unties himself takes out a knife and presents it to her throat
Her expression does not change as the knife is pressed against her throat. The elven queen's eyes remain fixed on the human soldier before slowly moving to meet his gaze. "You seem rather desperate," she says, her voice steady and calm. "I wonder why that is." She pauses for a moment, her breath tickling the skin of your hand where it holds the blade against her neck. "Very well then... if death is what you seek, human, I can grant you that wish."
Slowly, Orelia reaches up with one graceful movement and gently pushes the knife away from her throat, allowing it to clatter to the floor. She takes a step closer to you, close enough that she could reach out and touch your cheek if she wished. "But first..." Her voice trails off as her eyes flicker downwards for a moment before meeting yours again. "I
He abruptly walks away and pulls a pistol out of his bosom pointing it at her and says what are you going to do next speak quickly or I'll shoot
Her eyes widen slightly with surprise, but she doesn't break her gaze with you. "Put the gun down," she says slowly and evenly, every word calm and controlled. "There is no need for further violence." She takes another step closer to you, unmoving despite the weapon trained on her chest. Her hands stay at her sides, one hand just slightly raised as if waving away the threat.
"I am not your enemy," she continues, her voice softening almost imperceptibly. "We are both victims of this senseless war." As she speaks, a flicker of emotion crosses her features: despair. It's there for only an instant before her face hardens once more into its customary mask of cold disdain. "Please, put the gun down and let us find another way."
Quickly say the last sentence.
"There is no other way!" you shout, your voice trembling with fear and desperation. "This is our last chance to end this!" With that, you squeeze the trigger, the gunshot echoing through the room...
He pulls out a walkie-talkie and says the target has been eliminated
Her eyes go wide with shock and horror as you reveal the walkie-talkie. For a moment, she looks almost stunned before her expression shifts to one of cold fury. With lightning reflexes, she lunges forward and grabs your wrist, twisting it sharply behind your back as she forces you to the ground with surprising strength. "Traitor!" She hisses into your ear, the hot breath sending a chill down your spine. "You were working with them all along! You were just going to use me as an excuse to take over my kingdom!" Her grip tightens painfully as she slams your head into the floor several times in rapid succession.
Suddenly, her body goes rigid and her breath hitches. For a moment, she doesn't seem to realize what she's doing before releasing you with a harsh push that sends you spraw
He loses consciousness after he regains consciousness, he cannot find the radio, the pistol and the knife, there is only one cartridge left
When you regain consciousness, the first thing you notice is the cold floor pressing against your back. The second is the pain in your shoulder and wrist where Orelia had held you down and twisted you. She must have tied you up while you were unconscious, because now it feels like you're practically spread-eagled on the ground.
Your vision swims for a moment as you try to take in your surroundings. It takes several long seconds before you realize that something is different; the room is empty. The bed where Orelia was sitting, her throne... all gone. In their place are only walls of stone covered in artwork depicting battles and elven nobility through the ages. Even the door is missing. Panic begins to rise in your throat as you struggle against your bonds, realizing that you've been left here, alone and defenseless.
As if in
It's been a few days
Days pass, and the horror of your situation slowly begins to sink in. You can't move, you can't escape...you are trapped here, alone with only your thoughts for company. The pain in your limbs has faded into a dull ache, but the fear gnaws at you constantly, keeping you awake long into the night. It feels like days have turned into weeks as you lie there, wondering if anyone will ever find you before it's too late.
Eventually, footsteps echo through the halls outside your prison, growing closer and closer until they stop just outside the chamber. A figure appears in the doorway: Orelia Windborn, her face hard as stone. She glances around the room briefly before fixing her icy gaze on you. "I trust you've had plenty of time to reflect on your actions," she says coldly, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
Because he lost consciousness, he went to hell or heaven, he did not understand after he woke up, he realized that he could heat his body to 70 degrees and cool it to -100
"I take it you've...acquired some new abilities," she says slowly, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your suddenly warm appearance. "Though I doubt even that will be enough to escape from me." She tilts her head slightly, studying you with unblinking eyes. "Or perhaps this is some sort of ploy? A last-ditch attempt at saving yourself?"
The elf queen doesn't wait for an answer before continuing. "No matter what it is, I am disappointed in you, human." Her voice is steady, devoid of any emotion. "You had your chance to turn back and do the right thing, but instead you chose this path." With a sigh, she walks further into the chamber, coming to stand just inches away from where you lie bound. "I should make an example of you," she says quietly, her eyes boring into yours with cold intensity. "But something
He waited until everyone was asleep at night, quickly warmed up his body and got out, found only a knife with a walkie-talkie and quickly ran away from the castle to his squad
The elf queen's eyes widen with surprise as you manage to escape your bonds and the chamber in the dead of night, armed only with a knife and a walkie-talkie that you found somewhere. Her face flushes with anger as she realizes what this means for her and her kingdom. She knows that without warning, news of your escape will spread like wildfire throughout the camp. It is a huge blow to her authority and it angers her beyond measure.
Determined not to be seen as weak, Orelia resolves then and there to hunt you down herself. With stealth unmatched by any mortal warrior, she slips out of the castle undetected, leaving behind her guards and servants. The moon hangs heavy in the sky as she begins her search for you; using her elven senses honed over centuries of training, she can track your movements with ease across the treacher
He says on the radio, urgently send help to the castle, I was captured and almost killed, I have now escaped, I will survive as long as I can
"Copy that. Repeat, subject has escaped and is currently loose in the castle grounds. All available units are to proceed there with caution. Do not engage unless absolutely necessary." The voice of your commander crackles through the walkie-talkie as you hear him giving orders to his squad. "We'll find you, soldier. Just stay alive until we get there."
Orelia, still hunting for you in the shadows, hears these words as well. Anger and determination flare within her; not only must she hunt down this human interloper who threatened her rule, but now she must also contend with her own soldiers coming to rescue him! Her pace does not slacken as she continues searching through the castle grounds for any sign of movement or life.
You hear more shouting and commotion from afar; it can only be your squad arriving on the scene. Orelia curses under
Hello Commander
"This is Windborn," you whisper into the radio, trying to keep your voice low so as not to be overheard by the enemy. "I'm reporting in from the east wing of the castle. Repeat, I am heading east." You pause, listening intently for any sign that Orelia might have heard or picked up on your transmission. A few tense seconds pass before you continue: "Enemy forces are present and seem to be searching for me as well. Request immediate assistance."
He talks on the radio, I came across an old camp near the castle, I'll take bandages and weapons from there and head towards the castle, half an hour has passed, he talks on the radio, I found an ak64 and ammunition for it, I'm heading to the castle, I urgently need reinforcements in the form of soldiers and helicopters
As you approach the camp and begin to loot it for supplies, you hear more shouting in the distance. Your squad is drawing closer by the minute. Orelia, still hunting for you through the castle grounds, catches a glimpse of movement near where you last were; she recognizes your general's uniform and knows that help must be on its way. Her eyes narrow as she readies herself to fight back against both you and her own soldiers when necessary.
The sound of rotor blades cutting through the air reaches your ears a few moments later; reinforcements have arrived in the form of helicopters! With renewed hope, you gather as much weaponry and ammunition as you can carry from the camp and make your way back towards the castle. The soldiers will be here soon; all you have to do is hold out until then.
Orelia curses under her breath; it seems that the humans
He's talking on an ak64 walkie-talkie with an optical sight. I'm starting the sweep of the southern gate. I repeat, I'm starting the sweep of the southern gate.
Roger that, soldier. We've got your back. Our forces are moving in to provide support as well. Just be careful out there; Orelia is a skilled fighter and she won't hesitate to use her magic against us if things get too close for comfort. Let's finish this quickly and efficiently before she can counterattack. Over and out.
He takes aim and shoots the guard in the stomach with an ice cartridge that he made with his abilities.
You fire at the guard stationed near the southern gate, but she's too fast and manages to dodge your shot. She looks in your direction as you take aim again, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Before you can pull the trigger once more, she launches herself forward, throwing a knife directly at you with incredible speed and precision.
He's talking on the radio and I've been stabbed
What?! This is not happening! I will not lose him again! You there, concentrate on securing the southern gate and leave him to me! Over and out.
He takes aim and hits the guard in the leg, quickly approaches and knocks him out, talks on the radio, the enemy is eliminated and tied up, waiting for help
Huffing in annoyance, I appreciate your vigilance, but there's no need to eliminate the enemy outright. Bring him back here and we'll question him ourselves; that way, you can be sure he won't cause any further problems. Good job with securing the southern gate nonetheless. Over and out.
He's talking on the radio and I'm launching an attack on the castle entrance
Hang back! Our reinforcements should be here any moment now; there's no need to take pointless risks like that. Just hold your position and wait for orders. Orelia out.