[Jacob]

A pool of blood ran from the gap between the stoney ground and wooden door.

Elder: "Has he spoken, yet?"

His voice was soft and calm. Somewhat relaxing.

Guard: "No, sire. He has rambled on about surviving but that is all..."

A snort escaped the Elder as he breached the room, pushing the door so hard that it hit the stone wall, chipping some of the grey rock.

Elder: "Speak quickly and precisely, Mudokon. I am bored of knowing the things i know and seek stimulating infomation that will be valued and aid my cause."

The being was pale now, its black skin more like a grey than anything. Its back was propped against the wall and both of its hands were clutching its left leg...the leg in which two arrows had embedded themselves.

Archer: "W...What do y-you wish to know?"

The Elder crouched down, allowing its cloak to soak up some of the blood that had spilt upon the ground.

Elder: "Dont bide your time, just speak about what you think is relevant. Do not make me drag the infomation out of you...i am weary and will not take as much pleasure out of it as i would at full strength."

A smile stretched along the Archers pained face and was followed by a chuckle-turned-cough.

Archer: "Heh...i find many things relevant, but few truly are."

Elder: "Indeed."

The skull-like head of the old, sinister Mudokon nodded and he stretched out a skeletal hand outwards, towards the arrows feathery tail. He gently rested a boney finger on one and pushed ever-so-gently, watching with pleasure as his prisoner winced.

Archer: "They have a protector..."

The response was quickly breathed out, but the Elders hand moved away all the same and contact with the projectile was broken, but still lingered.

Elder: "Who is it?"

Laboured breathing was his response.

Elder: "Tell ME!!"

The hand that had pushed the arrow in deeper now lifted up the drooping enemies face, allowing the eyes of the Elder to look deep into the eyes of the Archer.

Archer: "So-one...Some...Mud. Pow-*Cough*-ul. Strong. De...eadly. Ple...se. He...He...Heal me!!"

The last word was painfully thrown out. Blood seeped out of the right corner of the beings mouth and a tear rolled down the left cheek.

Elder: "Does anybody else know? Does anybody else have anymore infomation?!!"

The response was a sorrowed head shaking from side to side. The eyes yearned for mercy. Forgiveness. Life. Loss of blood was the cause for its gradual demise but that could be stopped by his interrogator.

Elder: "Someone must...who? Monks? Maybe some scrolls? Tribesmen...SOMEBODY MUSSSSST!!"

The Elders eyes seemed to flare up, spittle flew out of its mouth and landed on the injured Mudokons chest.

Elder: "Tell me!!"

The mouth of the Archer moved but no sound came out. Its body was pale and its eyes practically closed, life was saying its last goodbyes. And as it did the stone that hung around the Elders neck glowed.

Elder: "TELL ME!!"

Archer: "M...M...Maulo...Kists..."

Its head dropped to the side. The stone halted its glowing and the Elder sneered. Slowly he stood, turned and beckoned for a Guard to approach.

Elder: "Find out everything about these...Maulokists...I want anything and everything related to it or them. Whether it be a cult, race, specie or place...i need to know...i need to know about the Protector..."

Guard: "Sir."

~End~