86th of Spring, 514 AV
OOCI discussed with Mirage whether or not a rope could be found in the Common Labs, he stated that yes though they were merely of average length. So she borrowed it from the labs.
Rental fee for two manacles from Cryptly- 4 GM's.
Screams and moans of misery echoed in the air around Annalisa Marin, the stench of despair and likely a few other things as well being prevalent in the Sahovan Dungeons. Grubby fingers reached out through the bars, grasping at the air as she passed by the cells though rather than simply ignore those she passed her grey eyes peered into each cell. The glint in her eyes was rather chilling, the sort of stare one might grant meat or fish in a market stall. She was searching for something indeed, a good test subject for today’s test that would require only minimal use of Master Cryptly’s hospitality.
Jiggling malevolently in her right hands were a pair of manacles she had rented from the Dungeon Master and slung over her shoulder was a coiled rope of average length from the Common Labs. Tucked under her left arm was a leather bound book, her book that she took notes in and in her left hand was an inkwell and brush. She was dressed rather plainly all told, tunic and trousers hanging lightly about her form and her sandals clacking slightly against her feet as she walked. Her thick black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, bangs framing her face rather nicely. Upon her right ring finger was a silver ring, its sigil that of a burning scroll and was encrusted with rubies.
Cell after cell she passed, each occupant seemingly more miserable than the last and damaged in more creative ways. The sorceress took comfort in the fact that with her power she was more likely to be killed outright rather than brought here, Sahova was practical to a fault. This ground floor was mostly filled with humans she noted, the one below it had a number of non-humans that were worth a fair bit more all things considered. Humans were what she wanted for this trial anyway, one male, one female to test what she needed to test.
Finally she came to a cell tucked into a corner, two occupants shackled to adjacent walls and were both male and female. Both bore marks of torture upon their bodies that the shadows only barely obscured and were rather emaciated in appearance. They would service well enough for her purposes today, they both appeared far too weak to put up much off a fight in any event. Besides her research here on the ground floor was not exactly charged a fee, the upper and lower floors were though. Petching Dungeon Master made a killing.
The barred door swung wide, squealing loudly and drawing a vacant eyed stare from the woman while the man simply continued to mumble to himself with his head lowered. In swept the tall dark haired woman, her supplies being placed on the floor rather instantly and her shoulders being rolled as she no longer had to deal with the weight upon them. A low hiss of relief escaped her lips as she worked her arms around, not exactly being the most athletic person in the world. A low whimper escaped the female prisoner as she tried to shrink further away from the Wizard, who ignored the reaction and settled down against the bars. She licked her thumb as she opened her research journal, taking up her brush and starting to write in common.
Voiding Survivability: Trial #1
Date: 86th of Spring, 514 AV
Goal of Trial: Assess initial survival rate among humans within the Void, both male and female. One shall be exposed to the Void’s environment at 30 tick increment increases to get an accurate gauge for how long they can survive, or if humans can even breathe there. The second will be placed in for as long as it took for the other to expire, increasing by 30 tick increments as needed.
Presiding Wizard: Annalisa Marin
Assistants: None
Subjects of Interest: Male Human, relatively poor health.
Female Human, relatively poor health.
Anna then placed the writing supplies off to the side and stood slowly, moving to look over both test subjects. The female was the more aware of the two, possibly better to try her first and then the male to get it out of the way. There was some small part of her that was revolted at the idea of this kind of testing, but it was crushed for the need to know this information. There was very little she actually knew about what it was like to be within the Void, to better test that she needed to see if things could survive in the Void.
The sorceress slowly approached the prisoner, crouching before the pathetic looking woman and noting that she smelled as awful as she looked. Brown eyes closed and she looked away, trying to convince herself that the woman before her was not real. Anna frowned ever so, her lips down turning by fractions as she regarded the prisoner. If she attempted to unshackle her at the moment she’d probably try to run, so the tall woman needed to incapacitate her.
“Shhh… I am not going to hurt you, m’dear. Relax; I’m not like one of those shambling corpses.” Anna said, running a hand down the side of her face.
A flinch is what she earned in response, but the soft shushing noises seemed enough to encourage the woman to glance at Anna. A tiny smile formed on the Chaon’s lying mouth, her own finger lingering briefly on the prisoner’s chapped and cracked lips. Sadistic to perhaps play with the test subjects, but the sorceress could barely bring herself to care by this point. Oh certainly there was some tiny voice in the back of her mind stating how very wrong this was, but Sahova was quick to eat away at those sensibilities.
Tentatively the prisoner nuzzled into her warm hand, assuring herself that the woman before her was indeed human and not dead. The sorceress’ hand trailed down slow, from her cheek to her jaw and then her neck. From here Anna lightly trailed a thumb around the center of her throat, earning a slight whimper from the other woman. This time Anna could see the stump of her tongue, forcibly making her a mute. The grip tightened, before it was given all the tall woman’s strength with her other hand adding to it.
The prisoner’s eyes bulged and she tried to struggle and flail, but with her arms above her head and her body weak all she could do was kick ineffectually out and twitch. Anna’s face was blank as soon enough the breaths became less frequent and the prisoner’s struggles became even weaker before finally her eyes closed and consciousness fled from her body. The Chaon withdrew her hands, flexing them slightly as she settled on her next task on removing the shackles from the prisoner for the experiment.
