Question Cynthia

Overcoming her royal pride; Talia decides it is worth finding out more about the situation. "Where are we? It looks like we're still within the city " the pretty blonde princess asks the voluptuous serving girl. "Yes your majesty, we are still inside the walls of Illyen. It was already dark when they brought me here; but I think we might be near one of the grain markets in the merchants quarters." the darker haired elf answers.

Silently the princess nods, peaking out through the bars. With the veil of night, the flickering of campfires, and the damage to the buildings, she doesn't recognize her own city. It could be any if the formerly busy markets. "Do you you could found your path back out" the princess replies, but the shy girl shakes her head and lowers her eyes in embarrassment.

The other shadows stir; Talia can barely see them in the dark but she decides to ignore the other captives for now. Her mind races, she's searching for any way out of this impossible situation and fuming that this stupid commoner couldn't help her more. And how was it possible that these disgusting, stupid, inferior creatures had overcome both her mighty kingdom and her own skill? She decides to press her confidante for more information.

"Did you see what sort of scum captured us?" She snapped, her eyes flashing with both hatred for her kidnappers and annoyance at her subject. The girl appears to think for a second. "I'm sorry if I'm not versed in such dark knowlege as the appearance of these brutes. I've never wanted to see one! ...Well there's the big muscled green ones, and there's the big dog-things. Plus some of those blue-green guys with tusks. But I've seen lots of other horrible things walk by m'lady!"

'That doesn't exactly explain it.' thinks Talia. Orcs, Wargs, and Ogres. While the scum are all debris none of them are exceptionally smart. Despite that she has no idea the size of the group which holds her prisoner; if she were to escape her bonds she could slay many beasts by magic, but she couldn't fight an army. In the gloom the princess's upturned nose is scrunched as she struggles to piece together the pieces of the situation in her mind.

"You said you heard them talking? About our value?" She asks sharply, as though the servant girl is failing her at some petty task in her palace. "Yes your Highness. When those terrible beasts hauled me in here. I could barely understand their accents, but I think one of the things said something about 'fresh meat' and the other one said 'good price'. Do you think they mean to... eat us?" Cythia answers with a waver of fear in her voice. "Perhaps. But I think if they meant to butcher us they'd have done it already." Talia cooly answers, looking off into the night.

*BANG!*

A metallic clash rings through the cage, causing both girls to duck and cover their ears. When they look up a huge orc towers over them, the mace in his hand still ringing from crashing against the bars. "Shut the fuck up!" He barely intelligibly croaks out.

The creature is huge and muscular, with an unbelievably ugly orcine face; his protruding lower jaw bears two tusks that make his lip bulge outwards. Clothed in scrap hide and scavenged armor, much of his exposed skin is a pea-green color where not covered with scrolling black tattoos; and with his bulging belly the hulking orc is easily two hundred pounds.

The monster stands there oogling the helpess girl, his disgustingly long tongue running over hid cracked lips. The orc's orange, vertically slit pupils lock onto Talia's burning emerald gems; her eyes flash with defiance. "No more singing little birdies... show time tomorrow!" The cruel monster cackles as he spins on his heel to slowly crunch into the dark.