War Room - Gateway
A large sand-table takes up much of the space in this large cavernous room. A mini-dias dominates the far wall from the exit, a small throne atop it. From this seat, Soultanar can watch over all who come and go, and they can see him as well. Two other exits leave this room, one heading towards Soultanar's personal quarters and the other to the small temple and the quarters of the priestess who tends it.
Obvious exits:
Valkyr's Room Priestess's Room Soultanar's Room Out
Rhinn slumps against his chains, clothes ripped and dirty in many places, evidence of his rough treatment so far. He half dozes, alone in the chamber, waiting to hear of his fate.
Fireheart silently strides in, the only sound coming from her is the rustling of her wings against her crossed twin spears on her back. She looks over at the golden trophy on the wall smugly.
Rhinn rouses at the motion, blinking and straightening up as much as he can. "Am I to be executed?" he growls, hissing.
Fireheart smiles evily at the chained lord and says, "Oh, no. That's too easy." She doesn't bother elaborating, enjoying the mental torture the wondering must be causing Rhinn.
Rhinn snorts and nods a bit. "As I'd expect of you barbarians." Obviously somewhat beaten, but definitely not broken. Yet..?
Fireheart puts her hands over her chest in mock pain, "I'm hurt, Lord Consort. That you think us barbarians...." She grins evily, stepping swiftly in one step to be beside you, her claws wrapped tight about your chained throat. "But you know what? You may be right."
Rhinn makes a soft kktk as you grip his throat, glaring down at you over a lifted muzzle, his faster breathing betraying a fear that doesn't show in his eyes.
Fireheart leans her head close, her snout almost touching yours as she whispers in your ear, "Be afraid, my dear Lord Consort...be very afraid..." She then releases your throat, stepping away towards the table.
Rhinn manages to keep a quaver out of his voice as he asks, "I suppose you're going to torture me now?.."
Fireheart chuckles, looking over her shoulder from the table to look at you. She shakes her head, "Of course not, that would ruin your appearance. And appearances are all that matters to you *Aldani*..." She practically makes that word sound like an insult.
Rhinn doesn't respond, just looking at the floor with the weight of fatigue on his shoulders, unable to properly rest in the chains.
Fireheart chuckles again, enjoying this. She turns around, a scroll from the table in her hands. She casually leans against the table, facing you. She holds the scroll up and starts reading from it out loud, as if to taunt you, "Reports are in from the southwestern interface. Our most loyal warriors are stationed there, ready for the priestesses. A few Vehrakt stationed as 'ambassadors' throughout various Aldani cities are ready and also await word from the priestesses." She looks over the scroll at you, grinning. She asks, "Wondering what we're up too?"
Rhinn half glances up. "A half-baked attack plan, it sounds like."
Fireheart grins and winks, shrugging, "Who knows? Who knows if that's even the case? I may be lying. You just don't know, do you?" She puts the scroll back downon the table behind her, leaning on the table more, mockingly.
Rhinn shrugs a little, chains rattling. "So I'm to be kept in suspense on all counts?"
Fireheart smiles innocently, shrugging, "Sure, why not?" She starts laughing at you, utterly mocking you now.
Rhinn lets his head hang, wondering how long it will take for you to tire of this. More infuriating than the teasing is the helplessness, and the knowlege that he's deep in the bowels of a fortress, unlikely to be rescued as easily as Razi.
Fireheart eventually stops laughing and grins mischievously.