Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-16346315-20140210235624

In Cheydinhal Dungeon
Elimil and Eilynn were strapped down to chairs. Elimil was curious, and worried, about the Mechanisms on the chair. They looked like torture devices of some sort, Elimil panicked. As he sat there, he realised what they were. A Mechanical Vice. One attached to each limb. At this point, two guards had to restrain Elimil, Eilynn wasn't too panicky, as if she had done this before.

"Can you not understand? Do you not realise? MAGIC I A THING OF THE PAST! ITS GONE! OUTLAWED! AND YOU BOTH PRACTISE IT! TO TAKE OUR CITY NO LESS!?" The legate yelled while leaning into Elimils chair and going face to face with Him.

"Now.... which one of you was caught in Kvatch with a message for the college of Mournhold?! Well!?" The legate yelled again

Elimil realised, the guards in Kvatch must have thought he was working for Eilynn. He also realised that Eilynn must have been a Mage courier. The legate expected both of them would accused the other, but what was got was "It was me" by both Elimil and Eilynn.

What is he doing?! Eilynn thought

Why is he doing this? All these questions were going through her head. Elimil didn't want the guards to harm her. Even if he barely knew her. The legate frowned

"Well then, we've got a problem now, don't we? Activate the Mechanism!" He said. One guard slightly pulled a Lever down. The vice closed down on their hands. A drill then came down from the vice, drilling into the back of their hands. Eilynn cried in pain while Elimil breathing out of his closed lips, grunting and groaning

"Tighter" the legate said, enjoying seeing the Altmer in pain.