An Interogation

[Eleatic 1033]

The Interagotor stares upon the hooded and bound villager, his eyes staring upon it. Scanning and observing, as each time the muffled villager attempts to cast a spell, he strikes. Smacking against the back of his head, his eyes and being stepping and staring around here. His mouth curling, saying in a gruff tone

"Who are you. Why did you strike on Cinderstone?"

The villager says nothing, but a mumble of

"Your weapons will not save you from ussss.." His voice was a mangle of despair, and spite. But with that;

The Interogator raised his arm, once more smacking downward, the whip hitting violently upon his back. He asks it once more, his eyes training around it,

"Last chance." He says with a gruff tone of certainty, his own skin is a mangle of burn flesh and cuts.. A victim of the maniacal creature

It says nothing. Just stares lifelessly upon the interrogator.. No response coming, he attempts to cast a spell once more, as he begins. A shriek is heard, and a loud and inhuman whipping sound..

[The Cultist killed three banner men, fired an arrow into it's knee, ran at it. Bound it, threw it into a cell.. ;3 Not me, of course. But my banner men Note: GM RP'd it for this, I believe~ If you are wondering; We caught it off guard. If this is not possible, simply alert me.]

[Slic3man 484]

((Note they never attack unless attacked))

[Eleatic 1033]

((^_^ It took us stepping forward, and notching in arrow in wariness, for it to attack~))

[Slic3man 484]

((I think I might have done the same should you have aimed a large pointy object at me that could potentially murder me with one shot. >.>))

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.