TS - Day 04 - Tharagyan Peninsula.

[Ksilrebu]

In The Log Cabin...

Sethos struggled indignantly at seeing Rachel tormented, even briefly, and then puzzled over why he cared. Previously, he had taken a certain joy in seeing others tormented thusly, almost as if there were a finite supply of tickling in the universe and every touch wasted on another was one that could never find his own flesh. At this moment, though, he found it sort of repulsive. For a moment the wild thought flickered through his head that he'd rather swap places, but his better sence and childish selfishness made short work of the notion. For a good two seconds.

After a bit more of this odd torment and that odd display of magical prowess, Seth's gag was removed. His immediate impulse was to begin crying threats, but the better sense he had slowly been garnering from this whole trip told him that doing so would probably cut his ungagging rather short. Rather, he took a moment to gather his thoughts.

Again that selfless and disgusting notion to put his wellbeing on the line to save this stranger he'd known for less than a day flared within him. Had he been slightly more worldly, Sethos would have recognized that this sort of foolish sentiment was a commonplace affair among males of his age in the company of beautiful women and was the result of poor judgement and hormonal activity. Being not much more wordly than your average peasant, he had no such idea, and the whole thing seemed more likeable to providence or some other such grand design.

"Look," he finally offered, right as the man had moved on to Vega. "I've been to the Temple of Kinetics...I know...things." His whole body shook as he tried to fight out the words, and he scarce knew if he could keep them, even if he could say them. It was a heavy buisness he dealt with.

"Spare the girl whatever torments you have planned, and I'll produce for you three times what you might take from her. I've got tainted blood, I promise I'll produce..." Seth clenched his eyes as he prepared for the rest of his statement, taking in the chuckling of their malifactor. Before he could recieve what he anticipated to be the obvious response to such a statement, he cleared his head and spoke again.

"If you don't, I'll use my recovered powers right now, and melt these chains around me." Tears welled up in his eyes at the thought of that molten iron searing his flesh. The thought of dying in the arms of fiery death was horrifying; the thought of surviving it and enduring their tortures to boot was even more painful. He closed his eyes for a moment and focused on not biting his lip.

"Just do it, goddamn you!" he finally burst. "You'll get what you want! J-just...let her go..."

 

[Kalamos]

Northern Tharagya. A Dark Log Cabin.

Active Characters:
- Rachel.
- Sethos.

Inactive Character:
- Vega.


You can't believe it: the tracker is actually lecturing you about... long-dead philosophers!?

Any sensible person knows that Magia is a tall tale, a fable for children.

And yet, the gemlike thing Denwyn called "Lapis" did burn the wall, somehow.
The perforation is small - barely the size of a watermelon or so.

Laking a better word, it looked not unlike a lightning bolt: it 'leaked' from the stone, and struck the planks.
Then, against any logic, the wall erupted into a small fire, and a roundish section of it simply... burnt into ashes.

The wood is still smouldering, and the logs are a bit singed around the hole.
This can't be really happening.



Against any logic.

His prisoners, lacking better options, start protesting vehemently.
It was expected. Doubly so after what they've just witnessed.

Denwyn massages his temples, ignoring the howling.
He can barely think straight.

What was not expected was finding somebody with Simulacra this powerful.
He should report in. But, before, he must find who the girl and the kid exactly are.

"Adonai."

The prisoners keep barking; he simply calls out for the guards louder.

"Adonai, Bedas."

A mechanism clangs.

"Hoc, Dominus?"

"We can bring the criminal back." Denwyn nods to Vega.
"We'll keep the kids in, for further interrogation."

The vigil snaps to attention; two guardsmen march in, undoing Vega's chains.
The swordsman puts up a token resistance, but his legs can barely support his own weight - kicking back is out question, yet.

Leashed like a dog, or a parading trophy, Vega is unceremoniously shoved out.
The door creaks shut.

Denwyn gives a peek to the hole - and the daylight filtering through - then gazes back to his prisoners.

"So," he strolls by Rachel, caressing her soles lazily "you never heard of atomic Klinamen."

"Yet," he muses, tapping a finger on his chin "you did that 'that'..."

"And you..." he walks by Sethos, gently stroking his forehead "you claim you've been to the Kinethion."

The boy glares back, hoping his gaze alone will incinerate Denwyn.

"... and can melt through you bonds."

Denwyn stares back at Sethos.
"Show me."

The boy grimaces painfully, struggling against the chains with all his strength.

Denwyn strides back to Rachel's feet.
"Show me!"

The tracker grabs the pole firmly, gliding his fingers down the defenceless smooth soles.
"Show me your 'recovered powers', kid!"

 

[ticklishrilina1]

A Coach to Bisanthium.

Rilina just eeps, flinching when she is yelled at to stop, and then blinking when the concern rides over Tandy's features. She blinks. "Well...yes I have been, but I...wait what!"

Rilina cries out as her slender wrists are captured in cuffs abover her head; she hopes the sleeves (ooc: short, long?) on her blouse don't ride down. Her eyes are on Tandy's fingers every second until they move to her armpits.

"No...please don't, I've been tickled so much...NOO!" She shrieks as she begins to flop around deliciously, wondering what she did to deserve this?

(OOC: Again, sorry for how long it took 😉 I was told the New Years party was taken care of, and the day before I had to rescue it 🙂)

 

[cassandra1]

A Dark Log Cabin.

It was quite a surprise to see Sethos, whom Rachel only just met, trying so hard to protect her. He threatened to use his powers, and Rachel was convinced that Sethos was quite capable of escaping from his bonds. Getting the two of them out of Asperum would be a different matter though.

Rachel watched as Vega was taken out of the room, just as she felt Denwyn's warm touch on her bare soles. She wanted to protest, hopefully changing his mind about keeping her captive, but it would probably be futile. Besides, Denwyn had his hands on two of the most sensitive parts of her body.

"And you..." he walks by Sethos, gently stroking his forehead "you claim you've been to the Kinethion."

The boy glares back, hoping his gaze alone will incinerate Denwyn.

"... and can melt through you bonds."

Denwyn stares back at Sethos.
"Show me."

The boy grimaces painfully, struggling against the chains with all his strength.

Denwyn strides back to Rachel's feet.
"Show me!"

The tracker grabs the pole firmly, gliding his fingers down the defenceless smooth soles.
"Show me your 'recovered powers', kid!"

Rachel clenched her toes sharply as he let his fingers slide down her soles. "Aaaaahhh!" she squealed delightfully, shutting her eyes to keep herself from laughing. "Stop that!"

 

[xtxlx]

A Coach to Bisanthium.

(ooc... let's say short sleeves - Tandy has dug her nails right into poor Rilina's armpits)

It had only been a minute and the poor apothecary was reduced to giggling, wriggling jelly. Tandy continued to talk as if this were as normal as could be.

"My my... you are terribly ticklish, aren't you? How ever did you survive being kidnapped being so sensitive?", Tandy said as she watched Rilina twist and squirm. "And still fidgeting, I see... just trying to make things difficult for me AND after all the trouble I've been through rescuing you. Not even an "I'm sorry, Miss Tanandra, for fidgeting and being a troublemaker"... the nerve of some people!"

This tickling served two purposes. Not only did Tandy learn how to tickle Rilina for best effect, but Tandy's teasing words also made it seem that Rilina deserved what she was getting. This theme was Tandy's favorite.

"Well... I'm waiting for an apology... (sigh) I suppose I'll have to tickle one out of you. Such an ungrateful girl!"

Tandy switched to gliding her fingertips along Rilina's armpits and wondered if the apothecary would apologize or resist. The stubborn ones were fun to break... but then the submissive ones were more fun after. Choices, choices.

 

[Ksilrebu]

A Dark Log Cabin.

Sethos wanted to scream, but was clenching his teeth too hard. To have his bluff called set him off. But to see it done so nonchallantly, and still have to bear witness to Rachel's torture, was more than his mind could cope with. Internally he struggled for a means to cope with what he was feeling; externally, he struggled with his chains. He felt defeat on a level he had never known it before.

His "recovered powers", as they were, didn't quite exist. It had been far too short a time since he last used his talents, and even then they recover much more quickly with rest; physical duress often slowed down their revival. All the same, he fought to drain every ounce of power from his being. Sethos fought to make the chains melt. He did not succeed, but he did affect a change.

The chains that bound him began to glow a deep red, but not the color of heat. All sense of solidity seemed to flee from the chains, though they did not slip from their captive. As if posessed of a life all their own, they began writhing, though Seth' was still. He fixed his gaze on Denwyn, and for just a split second, they bore down on him with a terror unknown to man. That normal aura of uncomfortable disquietude was replaced with a nearly visible blanket of horror, and it seemed, for a moment, as if the world were in negative. Moments later, closer to what he had wished to achieve than he'd ever know, Sethos passed out and the horror subsisded.

"Dominus!" a guard cried, bursting in through the door. "Something's happened...

Indeed, something had happened. A simple glance out the door made evident the state of things that was in all direction. No plants yet lived for easy fifteen yards about the cottage; grass all rotted and brown, bushes withered and leafless.

"What happened in there?" the guard inquired, dumbfounded.

(( Edit - A couple of stupid spelling errors. Yarr. ))

 

[Kalamos]

I'll post actions for Sethos and Vega soon.
Vega is currently being held in a similar log cabin. If you'd like, you could post Vega's thoughts. 🙂

 

[Tennessee]

With a collective grunt, the two guards threw Vega through the door of the ramshackle cabin. He fell shoulder-first against the hard earthen floor, and slowly turned in time to see the door swing shut--and the *clunk* as a heavy bolt was placed across it.

Slowly, Vega rose, wincing as he tested the wounded leg. These guardsmen might be brutal bullies... but at least one of them knew how to heal a wound properly.

Vega paced a bit. Despite his frustration at allowing the girl and young lad to get him into such a situation, the thought of both of them being subjected to the torturous ministrations of the guardsmen made his blood boil.

But how could he help them unarmed??

 

[Kalamos]

A Dark Log Cabin.

Surge!

Denwyn stopped tormenting Rachel's soles.
He fished in his pocket for the Lapis.

The gemstone was almost throbbing, pulsating wildly, like a tiny, raging bonfire.

The tracker stood agape for a long heartbeat.
What they had just witnessed was some kind of "klinamic surge".

It wasn't clear whether the kid actually released his pent up energies, and his Simulacra touched up lesser lifeforms, annihilating them - or if he actually absorbed their Simulacra, soaking up lifeblood to nourish his own.

Denwyn checked Rachel's bonds and Sethos's conditions, before leaving the cabin.

He had to see the effects of that unexpected phenomenon by himself, before reporting in to his superiors.

 

[Kalamos]

Northern Tharagya - A Dark Log Cabin.

Active Characters:
- Rachel.
- Vega.

Inactive Character:
- Sethos - Unconscious.


You hear the guards yelling. They seem worried: "Something is happened!" they cried out.

You wonder if somebody is actually coming to help you.
If it is a blundering rescue like the one staged in Rilina's house, your chances of survival could be slim indeed!

From your awkward position you can't see much: you fight against the bonds, but to no avail.
Sunlight still filters through the planks, so you assume it was nothing Aygomen-shattering, after all...

You slump back, sighing to yourself.
You are not one to lose heart, but situation seems hopeless.

And you could really use some rest... a nice bed, maybe some food...
Wonder how the other are faring like, now?


Sun is setting on Tharagya, and who knows where you'll be tomorrow, by dusk.

 

[xtxlx]

Rilina, for one, was not having her best day. Wriggling and squirming, she issued the most delicious little giggles as Tandy poked and prodded her underarms.

Tandy was quite enjoying herself, still berating the ticklish girl from time to time for being so very willful by not apologizing for her obvious troublemaking! Still, she should continue her interview... there were a couple of things to find out before Tandy would let herself really drive the tickly apothecary insane.

Reluctantly ending the tickling, Tandy once again took on a look of concern. "There, there... feeling better now? Here... blow your nose... there we go. Now let's get back to our interview, hmm? Your arms? No, I think we'll leave them chained up like that in case you start fidgeting again." Tandy knew with the chastity belt still teasing in its' own special way, that wouldn't take very long. It'd be fun watching her try to hold still though.

Smiling just a bit, she took her original seat across from the apothecary. "Now... here's a question... it seems that your shop had some interesting equipment. M-hmm... says right here that there were lockpicks and other thieving tools found. Now does an apothecary need-- oh wait just a second."

Tandy frowned for effect. "Look at those shoes! That innkeeper will get a firm talking to... I mean look!" She grabbed one of Rilina's ankles and plopped a boot in her lap. "Look at this stitching... if you pull here it will"... and she did pull just there, "well the sole of the shoe comes right off." And it did, just as Tandy had arranged it to do.

She smiled sweetly, and held Rilina's ankle in place. "My my... such a pretty little foot too, even with that sock on. Now Rilina dear... you wouldn't have anything to... confess, would you?"

(ooc... If Rilina posts, that is. - (g) - )

 

[Kalamos]

One more "free" Action for Rachel and Vega. Sethos is currently unconscious, so gets no more Actions.
Then I'm posting for Denwyn and the vigiles.

 

[cassandra1]

OOC: I can't think of anything to do right now. Let's assume that Rachel is hanging on the pole quietly, though somewhat stunned by what just happened with Sethos.

 

[Tennessee]

I've also got nothing right now... just proceed, Mr. DM, sir.

 

[Kalamos]

I'll post your Action soon.

 

[ticklishrilina1]

((OOC: Okay, lemme appologize for how long it's been. I work while on break and am a colllege student; I was way tired during the break from working, and when I got back up to school...my internet didn't work. After a week and a half plus of yelling and convincing them it's not a problem with my computer, I'm back 🙂 Sorry for the wait, and my next post is back to rp!))

 

[Kalamos]

Perfect: I'll post Actions for everybody then.

 

[ticklishrilina1]

The laughter that pours out of the carriage must truly be something for people to hear as they go by; it is high, sweet, melodic, definitely feminine, and definitely adopting a more hysterical edge.

Rilina is just really in a sad state at Tandy's ministrations. First her poor armpits are subject to the woman's torture, and now the lady holds her ankle hostage. Poop. And the damned chastity belt is driving her nuts and she wants nothing more than to relieve herself, but she is double locked up. Double poop.

"Please, for all that is holy, in the name of Mercy, in the name of the Goddess of Ticklish Girls, in the name of anything, don't tickle me there! I'm innocent!" She begs in desperation, her pretty face screwed up with fear and anxiety, her toes wiggling in horrible anticipation.

"It was put there by the guards, they wanted to arrest me and make me a slave because I wouldn't go out with one of them!" Rilina tries lying, and that's only worse. She is a terrible liar, and now she is guilty of perjury as well.

So now she is guilty of theft, of perjury, or running from the law (she did try to escape in the tavern), of selling faulty goods (the accidental batch of tickle juice), and of being a terribly ticklish and very pretty girl. All of these are enough to lock her up naked in irons and spend the next lifetime tormenting her.

And then she tries to kick Tandy out of desperation.

 

[xtxlx]

The kick only manages to make Tandy angry. The nerve!

She snatches the wayward ankle and rakes manicured nails up and down Rilina's arch. "Such a terrible girl! Kicking? LYING? Did your mother teach you any manners at all?" Even with the sock still on Rilina's foot, the poor apothecary wriggled and giggled uncontrollably. For just a moment, Tandy envied that sensitive, suffering body. For a moment.

After a minute-long eternity of skritching and scratching, Tandy let Rilina compose herself by merely teasing her toes. Combined with the teasing of the chastity belt, the light flicking and dancing over Rilina's toes made for an enticing sensation. "Miss Rilina, you will be answering my questions. The choice you have to make is this: Do you want the easy way?"

Reaching into the drawer, she shows Rilina a truly wicked looking scrub brush. "Or do you want the hard way?"

Rilina's eyes widened into two saucers of ticklish anticipation and fear. Tandy loved that look more than anything.

Giving the apothecary a good close look at the hundreds and hundreds of Rilina-tickling bristles, Tandy purred. "Yes, you should be worried. After a session or two, I've seen women cry just at the sight of this wicked little toy. It is what bad girls deserve. Is it what you deserve?"

Sitting across from Rilina, she takes her by the ankle again and goes back to flicking and teasing. "Or are you going to tell me the truth?"

 

[Kalamos]

Added Known World Map. At last.
-> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=14033

Posting Actions later.

 

[Hue]

What about Port Kaphraktos and Kaphraktos?

Where is Port Kaphraktos and Kaphraktos Kalamos? Have those areas/cities vanished? Looking at the map, the area in which Draco and Night Raptor came from known as The Mountains of Everlasting Fire is in the dragon territory nearest Bisanthium. If Kaphraktos and Port Kaphraktos have not vanished, then where are they located on the map?

 

[Kalamos]

Check the map scale: only capital cities are indicated.

See Map of Tharagya.
-> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=14114


Also: as I previously said, the "Mountains of Everlasting Fire" are located north of Kathadum.
They comprise a largely uncharted area in the Valathic Sea.

Please refer to posted Maps and Background Info.

 

[ticklishrilina1]

Rilina's feet truly are the most sensitive spot on her body, and even through the socks her delicate arches and toes are torturously ticklish. She is bawling with laughter and wriggling delightfully even from that brief interlude of tickling.

Rilina's eyes do go as wide as saucers when she sees the brush, and a giant shudder writhes up from inside her body. She quakes as she sees it, and lets out a little bit of a sob.

"The shop didn't make that much money, so I robbed people and houses to support myself." She confesses as she hangs her head in shame. "I've been robbing houses for about four years now. I'd go across the city and do a house, once a week. I'd do this every week. I've probably robbed two hundred houses in four years."

They say confession is good for the sole, but from the look of fear on Rilina's face, it appears she much rather would have carried this secretly with her than let the torturing Tandy know it to be true.

 

[Kalamos]

Northern Tharagya - A Watch Tower.

Denwyn carefully rolls a withered blade of grass between his fingers.

Bedas and Adonai should have known better... fifteen yards! By Deyos, barely fifteen feet! And yet...

The shrivelled fragment crumbles to dust.

A Varamyn must be informed. At once!



Locked Hard and Fast.

Active Characters:
- Rachel.
- Vega.

Inactive Character:
- Sethos - Unconscious.


You hear some commotion outside. The Magister must be giving orders. You wonder if they are speaking of you.

Apparently, they are arguing about some phenomenon, outside.
Whatever it was, it felt like a hitch, not unlike a warm wind shoving you, and suddenly yanking you back.



A Dark Log Cabin - Rachel.

Rachel wiggles and fights against the bonds to get a better view of Sethos.
He shouted at Denwyn, then he had some fit, and slumped back, lifelessly.

However unlikely it might seem, Sethos did something, and it sent the guards into panic.
As he passed out, Rachel could feel a wave surging in, then flowing back to him.

This cannot be: any sensible person knows it is not possible to shape Nature like that.
The Art can accomplish only so much: setting kindling on fire is relatively easy, Rachel can do that.
Burning planks down is another matter: it is hard, but not out of question.
But, please... releasing a klinamic burst is downright impossible!

Or is it...?



A Dark Log Cabin - Vega.

Vega's head is throbbing softly. His stomach is grumbling, and the guardsmen seem too busy to care with feeding the prisoners.

He feels groggy and sick; maybe it was just the drug.
Wish the effects wore off soon!



To be Continued.

 

[Kalamos]

Northern Tharagya - The Road to Bisanthium.

The horses trot at a brisk pace: their hoves smack the broken road, lifting debris and small chips of stone.

Mountains breathe a soft chilling breeze; the coachman huddles in his cloak.

Deyos, spring is late this year! Curses! Air smells of rain, and the road will soon be a mushy swampland.
And this used to be a paved highway. A pox on the bureaucrats, the rebels, the barbarians and the ill-fated days that lie before!

The coachman spies out from under the brim of his raised cloak: he can't be wrong. He's seen it.



A Carriage to Bisanthium.

Tanandra is enjoying every moment of the interrogation.
Rilina is delightfully responsive, and Tandy is literally squeezing a wealth of informations out of her, almost effortlessly.

And that Kathic belt is really repaying itself handsomely.


Now what? Why did the carriage stop? Something wrong?

The coachman knock softly, beckoning Tanandra to lean out.
She lets Rilina be, while the apothecary is still giddy and dizzy with laughter.

What now, she wonders, grudgingly leaving her precious prisoner.
Hope this is important or else!

The coachman raises his finger.
Tanandra squints.

Signalling lights. Somebody was asking for assistance from a watch tower, a couple of miles north of their present location.

Quite strange: bandit activity has been low, lately, and it is quite unlikely barbarians are launching a seaborne assault at dusk.

The coachman stares back at Tanandra, quizzically.
What next?