The Magic Flutes: Captured

Where was Lindor?
He had no idea....the drug wore off slowly, to slowly for his liking and when his senses had returned he relized that he was in a cave....the cold damp smell made his nose twitch.....

"Drinking was always your down fall." A Drowess entered the room, her subordinates carrying torches. When she drew closer Lindor could tell who it was. " This is good....didn't think those men were smart enough."

Her voice sent shivers up his spine....it was slow and thick, and anything but sweet. Lindor opened his mouth to speak but all he could do was taste the rot from his gag. Dark pools of blue glared menacingly back at her. "Leave us." There had to of been five....maybe six of them. They did as she bidded....probably out of fear......

The drowess moved slowly towards him, removing the gag. "Serena." Lindor said her name and she slapped him hard across the face, so hard that tears stung his eyes...

"Never call me that!" Anger was written on her face but it changed to calm. "I am Inthuulniar. Mistress of my own house!" Smiling brightly Inthuulniar danced around the room, looking drunk by her own power. "Lloth has blessed me Lindor, after years of nothing not knowing who or what I was....I have my own Patron, slaves, fellow drow to do my bidding, two daughters... only one old enough to be a Priestess and...." The drowess patted her stomach. "A son on the way."

Lindor stared at her stomach and struggled against his bonds for aminute. "Yes well I'm sure you've made those that abandoned you very proud."

"Oh I wouldn't know. They're dead." Inthuulniar said ignoring the obvious sense of betrayal in Lindors voice. Sitting on the floor beside Lindor she gently caressed the cheek that she had slapped, with one hand. "I am sorry about Lindaleril, Melorin, Darwin and the others. But I hear Niamh got away and gave birth to a half-elven child...and Thistle returned home to her people...." The look in the the fire like eyes of Inthuulniar changed to one that would resemble as jealous child. "And you still have your precious 'Tindy', soon you will die with her...and join Lindaleril one last time."

Lindor looked away from her, he felt sick. They had found Inthuulniar a few hundred years prior, alone in the forest, a baby wrapped in oily blankets....they had raised her. Lindaleril and Lindor had loved her as their own and she betrayed them all. The ones who raised her included all those that they travelled with, even Tindomerel. Many lives had been taken that night. "I-I trusted you..." He muttered. "Why? How could you do such things?"

"Have you forgotten what I am?" Inthuulniar laughed in his face. "You should of known I'd betray you from the day you held me in your arms as an infant."

"What you are isn't who you are...not all of your kind are evil." Lindor sounded as though he was trying to convince himself of his own words. "We loved you!!"

"Don't lie to your self." Inthuulniar growled, leaning back in towards Lindor she ran a finger down his cheek. "Besides there is nothing you can say that will make me feel differently, the drug was given to all of your friends, and we will soon have them and that flute of Tindys. Lloth will be pleased."

Lindor flinched as Inthuulniar dug a nail into his skin, warm blood trickled down the side of his cheek, mingling with tears. Licking her finger the drowess stood up and danced out of the room, taking the torch with her. The dark veil over Lindors heart that had been lifted thanks to his good friends Ilisse, Val, Isil, and others, seemed to replace it's self. No matter how hard he tried there would be no escape from his past....and he had a bad feeling in the back of his skull that his friends were in danger. Giving up Lindor quit the struggle to get out of his bonds, afterall soon Tindomerel and Tiri would be joining him......and there would be know way to help anyone....

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> Where was Lindor? > He had no idea....the drug wore off slowly, to slowly for his liking and when his senses had returned he relized that he was in a cave....the cold damp smell made his nose twitch..... > "Drinking was always your down fall." A Drowess entered the room, her subordinates carrying torches. When she drew closer Lindor could tell who it was. " This is good....didn't think those men were smart enough." > Her voice sent shivers up his spine....it was slow and thick, and anything but sweet. Lindor opened his mouth to speak but all he could do was taste the rot from his gag. Dark pools of blue glared menacingly back at her. "Leave us." There had to of been five....maybe six of them. They did as she bidded....probably out of fear...... > The drowess moved slowly towards him, removing the gag. "Serena." Lindor said her name and she slapped him hard across the face, so hard that tears stung his eyes... > "Never call me that!" Anger was written on her face but it changed to calm. "I am Inthuulniar. Mistress of my own house!" Smiling brightly Inthuulniar danced around the room, looking drunk by her own power. "Lloth has blessed me Lindor, after years of nothing not knowing who or what I was....I have my own Patron, slaves, fellow drow to do my bidding, two daughters... only one old enough to be a Priestess and...." The drowess patted her stomach. "A son on the way." > Lindor stared at her stomach and struggled against his bonds for aminute. "Yes well I'm sure you've made those that abandoned you very proud." > "Oh I wouldn't know. They're dead." Inthuulniar said ignoring the obvious sense of betrayal in Lindors voice. Sitting on the floor beside Lindor she gently caressed the cheek that she had slapped, with one hand. "I am sorry about Lindaleril, Melorin, Darwin and the others. But I hear Niamh got away and gave birth to a half-elven child...and Thistle returned home to her people...." The look in the the fire like eyes of Inthuulniar changed to one that would resemble as jealous child. "And you still have your precious 'Tindy', soon you will die with her...and join Lindaleril one last time." > Lindor looked away from her, he felt sick. They had found Inthuulniar a few hundred years prior, alone in the forest, a baby wrapped in oily blankets....they had raised her. Lindaleril and Lindor had loved her as their own and she betrayed them all. The ones who raised her included all those that they travelled with, even Tindomerel. Many lives had been taken that night. "I-I trusted you..." He muttered. "Why? How could you do such things?" > "Have you forgotten what I am?" Inthuulniar laughed in his face. "You should of known I'd betray you from the day you held me in your arms as an infant." > "What you are isn't who you are...not all of your kind are evil." Lindor sounded as though he was trying to convince himself of his own words. "We loved you!!" > "Don't lie to your self." Inthuulniar growled, leaning back in towards Lindor she ran a finger down his cheek. "Besides there is nothing you can say that will make me feel differently, the drug was given to all of your friends, and we will soon have them and that flute of Tindys. Lloth will be pleased." > Lindor flinched as Inthuulniar dug a nail into his skin, warm blood trickled down the side of his cheek, mingling with tears. Licking her finger the drowess stood up and danced out of the room, taking the torch with her. The dark veil over Lindors heart that had been lifted thanks to his good friends Ilisse, Val, Isil, and others, seemed to replace it's self. No matter how hard he tried there would be no escape from his past....and he had a bad feeling in the back of his skull that his friends were in danger. Giving up Lindor quit the struggle to get out of his bonds, afterall soon Tindomerel and Tiri would be joining him......and there would be know way to help anyone....
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