Anthalan and Solandis: Interrogation
((This is under a cut because Solandis and Anthalan are not nice people and this is graphic. Originally posted to Tumblr a while back.))
“If you don’t tell us what we wish to know, I will allow my lord access to you again. You can survive losing another finger, but the blood loss is going to catch up eventually.” Anthalan stood well back from the chained Mogu. Blood smeared the floor in front of him, and he held his robes away from it.
Solandis paced like a maddened animal behind Anthalan. Blood dripped from his face and splatters of it dripped down his armor and tabard. He gnawed on a bone like a dog, finally stripping it of meat and tossing it to the side, where the lurking geist pounced on it. “I want his eyes.”
Anthalan held a hand up where Solandis could see it. “Not just yet.” He moved closer to the Mogu, daintily picking his way past splatters of blood. “Tell me. The magic included in the poison. What is it?”
“I’ll tell you nothing! The Mogu will never bow to the slave races!” The imprisoned Mogu spat at the necromancer’s face, a second before his spine bowed in pain and he screamed.
Anthalan lowered his hand, and the shadow that enveloped the Mogu dissipated. “Brave, but foolish, Mogu.” Anthalan looked over his shoulder and smiled at Solandis. “My lord, I believe this is a perfect opportunity to test your new plague.”
Solandis grinned and, as one, death knight and geist left the room. Anthalan smiled in a friendly manner at the Mogu, who one glowered at him.
“If you kill me, you’ll get nothing, slave!”
Anthalan laughed. “I don’t think you understand, Mogu. Your death would only make my interrogation easier. Your people aren’t the only ones who work with the dead.” He held his hand out, behind him, and Solandis deposited a vial of viscous green liquid. Anthalan took the stopper out of the vial while Solandis knelt beside the Mogu. While the death knight held the massive prisoner, Anthalan poured the liquid down his throat. “Your people are ignorant of our Master. He is dead now, or you would all be learning of the glory of serving Him.”
The Mogu spat again, though this time Anthalan dodged the spittle. The Mogu barked out a harsh laugh. “What was that? Some child’s poison?”
“That was the Plague. You will soon be mine to control. I’ll leave you here for now. Let the sickness run its course.” Anthalan stepped back and gestured at Solandis. “My lord.”
“I want to watch.”
Anthalan nodded. “Very well.”
“If you don’t tell us what we wish to know, I will allow my lord access to you again. You can survive losing another finger, but the blood loss is going to catch up eventually.” Anthalan stood well back from the chained Mogu. Blood smeared the floor in front of him, and he held his robes away from it.
Solandis paced like a maddened animal behind Anthalan. Blood dripped from his face and splatters of it dripped down his armor and tabard. He gnawed on a bone like a dog, finally stripping it of meat and tossing it to the side, where the lurking geist pounced on it. “I want his eyes.”
Anthalan held a hand up where Solandis could see it. “Not just yet.” He moved closer to the Mogu, daintily picking his way past splatters of blood. “Tell me. The magic included in the poison. What is it?”
“I’ll tell you nothing! The Mogu will never bow to the slave races!” The imprisoned Mogu spat at the necromancer’s face, a second before his spine bowed in pain and he screamed.
Anthalan lowered his hand, and the shadow that enveloped the Mogu dissipated. “Brave, but foolish, Mogu.” Anthalan looked over his shoulder and smiled at Solandis. “My lord, I believe this is a perfect opportunity to test your new plague.”
Solandis grinned and, as one, death knight and geist left the room. Anthalan smiled in a friendly manner at the Mogu, who one glowered at him.
“If you kill me, you’ll get nothing, slave!”
Anthalan laughed. “I don’t think you understand, Mogu. Your death would only make my interrogation easier. Your people aren’t the only ones who work with the dead.” He held his hand out, behind him, and Solandis deposited a vial of viscous green liquid. Anthalan took the stopper out of the vial while Solandis knelt beside the Mogu. While the death knight held the massive prisoner, Anthalan poured the liquid down his throat. “Your people are ignorant of our Master. He is dead now, or you would all be learning of the glory of serving Him.”
The Mogu spat again, though this time Anthalan dodged the spittle. The Mogu barked out a harsh laugh. “What was that? Some child’s poison?”
“That was the Plague. You will soon be mine to control. I’ll leave you here for now. Let the sickness run its course.” Anthalan stepped back and gestured at Solandis. “My lord.”
“I want to watch.”
Anthalan nodded. “Very well.”