The Death of Accepted Jenda --- &RPaward

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The Death of Accepted Jenda --- &RPaward

Post by Jenda » Sat Jul 24, 2021 8:25 pm

Ely edit 30 Jul 2021.

1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.

Rplizer +1 qps : o
Extra meticulous edit +1 qps : o
Length bonus +1-2 qps : o

Summary: +1 qps : x

Total: 3 qps, Conor awarded as well.

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**Ah another very old one. I needed an excuse to restat Jenda. Which back then you had to delete and remake your character. Who knew stats were a thing?! Additions made by people whom I can no longer remember and the follow ups were never followed up on.**

Stretching as she yawns, Jenda sleepily rises from her narrow bench outside an inn in Remen. She jumps up
with a start! remembering the secret task before her. She knows that her gifts should not be used in this way,
but if someone asks for healing...she must give it, no matter thier reasons. A vain fop of a man in Lugard
had hired her services for the removal a scar on his chin. Jenda rolls her eyes and shakes her head, muttering to
herself about the pay not being enough to defray the cost of a welted bottom if she ever gets caught. A startled gasp escaps her lips
as four white cloaked men, armor gleaming in the sunlight, exit the tavern. As surprised as the girl is, the group of
Children draw swords in a flash of steel, as Jenda jumps to her feet, reaching out for the Source. The short stocky one
in the middle was the first to go, a simple weave of air grasping his middle, as he flys across the street, slamming to the
next building, and crumples to the ground. She turned to face the next, when...
stars float infront of her eyes...a hard blow to the back of her head, she collapses in darkness.


...................


A Disheveled Storage Room
What once used to be the guest bedroom of this manor has been transformed
into a makeshift storage room. Priceless paintings lean against shelves
holding bottles of expensive wine, topped with shattered remains of old
sculptures in the likeness of past nobility. An Ogier sized bed lies in a
corner that looks like it hasnt had an occupant in decades.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A finely-woven rug lies rolled up on the ground.
Conor al'Shoyen is standing here.


Conor nods in agreement.


Conor closes the dustydoor.


Conor glares at the bound and blindfolded figure of Jenda as he enters.


Conor gets a water skin from a backpack.

say Who is that?
Ok.


Conor forces the skin to Jenda's lips, emptying half the skin into her mouth.

Jenda gasps in astonishment, her eyes locked on the Red Shepherds crook, embroidered
on the chest of his cloak.

Jenda swallows hard.
Ok.

drink skin
You drink the water.
You don't feel thirsty any more.
You feel faint and groggy, your mind is slightly clouded.
Conor says harshly 'Drink.'

Jenda makes a choking sound.
Ok.

Jenda murmers "What did you do to me?"
Ok.


Conor pulls the skin away.

m
[embrace source]
You attempt to embrace saidar, but find it eludes your concentration.


Conor rips back the blindfold, smiling slightly as he looks down at you.


Conor puts a water skin in a backpack.

Jenda blinks in the bright light.
Ok.

lo conor
Conor is in excellent condition.

say oh...Light...
Ok.


Conor says 'Yes, darkfriend, the Light has caught up with you.'

Jenda panicks, and struggles violently against her bonds.
Ok.

say No...no...
Ok.

say I'm no darkfriend.
Ok.


Conor leans down and casually backhands you across the face with his mailed fist.

gasp
You gasp in astonishment.

Jenda looks up at you wide eyed, a dark bruis rising on her cheekbone.
Ok.


Conor says 'You cannot hide beneath your lies anymore, in this place, witch.

say You will not get away with this, Whitecloak.
Ok.


Conor smiles again, kicking Jenda in the stomach.

Jenda struggles for breath, coughing and gasping.
Ok.

Jenda looks up at you.
Ok.


Conor says 'Before your execution you are given this last opportunity to save your soul before the Light.'


Conor says 'Confess your crimes, and you will be spared.'

spit conor
You spit on him.


Jenda growls "I walk in the Light, Whitecloak."
Ok.


Conor smirks, wiping the spit off his face with the back of his hand.


Conor stops using an enormous double-bladed battleaxe.


Conor puts an enormous double-bladed battleaxe in a backpack.


Conor says 'Very well then.'


Conor draws a dagger from a white cloak with a crimson crook with a flash of steel.

say there's no Halfmen amoung MY ranks.
Ok.


Conor says 'If you will not confess voluntarily, your soul will be purified through Inquisition.'


say What crimes?
Ok.

say I've done nothing wrong.
Ok.


Conor lights a small brazier and places the knife blade in the center of the heated coals.

Jenda shivers, her dark eye wide as saucers as she eyes the blade and brazier.
Ok.

Jenda whispers "Please...don't..."
Ok.


Conor says sternly 'You and your so-called sisters serve the Dark One. You steal the One Power that belongs solely to the Creator.

Jenda swallows hard.
Ok.

say That is not true...it's a gift.
Ok.


Conor says 'That is a lie. You will learn that in this place. lies have consequences.


Conor pulls the glowing blade from the coals.

Jenda, stil dizzy from forkroot, weakly tries to wrench her hands out of the ropes.
Ok.

say NO...I do not lie!
Ok.

* HP:Scratched SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Conor presses the glowing blade against your right forearm.

* HP:Scratched SP:Bursting MV:Fresh > Jenda yelps loudly, tears slide down her cheek, as she clenches her eyes closed.
Ok.

* HP:Scratched SP:Bursting MV:Fresh > Jenda tries to sqirm back away from you.
Ok.

* HP:Scratched SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Conor pulls the blade away.

Jenda inhales deeply.
Ok.

say How can you do this?
Ok.


Conor says 'Now. You will answer the questions I ask, or that will be the least of what will be done to you, Darkfriend.'

Jenda's lower lip trembles.
Ok.

say I am not a darkfriend, Whitecloak.
Ok.


Conor says 'What is your mission here in Remen?'

say I've said this already.
Ok.

say Mission?
Ok.

blink
You blink your eyes innocently.


Conor snarls 'Do not try to delay me, witch. Who did you come here to meet?'

say You are mad! You really are!
Ok.

say I have no mission.
Ok.

Jenda shakes her head.
Ok.


Conor says 'Darkfriends like you do not expose themselves without a purpose.'

Jenda says in a hoarse voice "I was only hunting...that is all! I swear this."
Ok.


Conor says 'Hunting was it? Who was your victim? Who does your foul master want dead?'

say Your comrads fell upon me for no reason!
Ok.

Jenda sneers at you.
Ok.

say My victim? Elk...deer...bears.
Ok.

smirk
You smirk.


Conor says 'That is a lie.'

shake
You shake your head.

say It's not!
Ok.


Conor presses the blade against your bare stomach, blistering it.

Jenda cries out and rocks her chair back, writhing away from the searing blade.
Ok.

Jenda sobs "Please...stop this! I do not lie to you"
Ok.


Conor pulls the blade back, finally.


Conor sheathes a dagger into a white cloak with a crimson crook.

Jenda pants, beads of sweat appearing on her brow.
Ok.


Conor steps away a moment, rummaging through a pack.

say You...you don't have to do this...
Ok.

say Just let me go...I beg you!
Ok.


Conor says 'That is true. Confess your sins against the Light, and it will all end.'

Jenda works her wrists agains the coarse ropes.
Ok.


Conor says 'Continue your lies however, and I must continue.'


Conor draws a narrow syringe and a bottle from the pack.

say I can and do channel the One Power. If this is what you call a sin, then I do confess that...
Ok.

t stops abruptly, her mouth hanging open as she stares at the syringe.
[emot ]
Ok.

say Wha...what is that...
Ok.


Conor says 'You confess you are a Darkfriend?

say I'm not a darkfriend...please...you must beleive me.
Ok.


Conor fills the syringe halfway with a thick green liquid from the bottle.

Jenda whines pitifully, begging you to stop.
Ok.


Conor sighs slightly and says 'Then your soul may not be saved.'

say My soul belongs to the Creator.
Ok.


Conor says 'I have one last question for you. Who is your contact in Remen and Lugard? Who serves the Darkfriend Tower in these parts?''


Conor leans over you, syringe at the ready.

Jenda blinks, astounded. Her jaw dropped, she stares at you in confusion.
Ok.


Conor says 'Give me the names and it will end.'

say I don't...I don't know anybody in Lugard..
Ok.


Conor sighs and says 'Remember what I said about lying?'

Jenda starts screaming loudly as you approach her, needle in hand.
Ok.


Conor jabs the needle into your thigh, injecting the liquid into your leg.

Jenda rocks her chair violently, shreiking and trying in vain to break her bonds.
Ok.


Conor says conversationally 'The poison of black scorpions makes a most interesting tool when properly distilled.'


Conor says 'Once the poison reaches your heart, the pain will be exquisite...unless I administer the antidote.'


Conor holds up a thin blue vial.


Conor says 'Tell me what I want to know, and you will have it.'

Jenda sobs loudly...hanging head, her dark hair falling over her eyes.
Ok.

Conor says 'You have about a minute before the pain starts.'

say I don't know anything...please you must beleive me!
Ok.


[embrace source]
You attempt to embrace saidar, but find it eludes your concentration.

Conor says 'More darkfriend lies. This is your last chance.'

Jenda gasps hoarsly...
Ok.

say Wait...
Ok.

say There is a man...
Ok.

Jenda swallows hard, dizzy, her mind confused and foggy from the pain and forkroot.
Ok.

Jenda whispers "I don't even know his name..."
Ok.


Conor says 'Describe him.'

Jenda's shoulders shake, her body wraked with sobs.
Ok.


Conor says 'You don't have much time left. Where can he be found?'


say Blond...blond hair...very tall, a lord I think... a scar on his chin.
Ok.

cry
Waaaaah..

say I was...
Ok.

say I was to meet him...in Remen...
Ok.


Conor says urgently 'Where?'

say in a Tavern...they told me I'd know which one...
Ok.


Conor strides to the door, speaking quietly to the guard stationed on the other side.

Jenda hangs her head, crying pathetically.
Ok.

say Please...that's all I know...
Ok.

say I was just told to meet this man...
Ok.


Conor comes back, forcing the vial of liquid into your mouth.

Jenda swallows...choking on the fluid.
Ok.


Conor says 'You have done well, Jenda. Your soul may yet be saved.'


Conor slices the bonds on your feet and hauls you up.


Conor opens the dustydoor.


Conor leaves west.


.........


Remen Town Square
The beating heart of Remen, the central square is the focal point for all
its main streets before twisting in chaos in every direction. This coupled
with buildings roofed in shingles of every color imaginable has given Remen
a unique architecture quite unlike any other city. A blacksmith's workshop
lies to the west while the dock road goes east onto the River Manetheren.
The main boulevard snakes its way north and south.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A fountain is here, offering clear blue water to all.
Conor al'Shoyen is standing here.
A sheep is here, bleating.
A sheep is here, bleating.
A sheep is here, bleating.
A shepherd gazes at the sky.
The Remen town crier stands here, spreading the news.

say You said my soul was saved...
Ok.


Conor gestures for the Child at his side to haul Jenda on the gibbet.

say You're letting me go?
Ok.

say No!
Ok.


Conor says 'We are returning you to the Creator for judgement.'

say NO! Please!
Ok.


Conor says 'If you are truly repentant, he may send your soul back to the Wheel in a new form.'


A peddler has arrived from the west.

Jenda kicks at the guard. Struggling to run.
Ok.


A peddler leaves west.


Conor turns to the crowd. 'This witch stands convicted of serving the Dark. Let all here today witness the fate of those who do evil.'

Jenda knees the guard hard in the groin...falling to her knees as she tries to run.
Ok.


A hunter for the horn has arrived from the west.


Conor grabs you and smacks you hard in the face.


A man has arrived from the east.

Jenda stares at you...fear and hatred in her eyes.
Ok.


Conor forces you onto the platform, pulling the noose over your head.


Conor says 'May the Creator have mercy on your wretched soul.'

Jenda cries softly...knowing this is her end.
Ok.


A man leaves west.

Jenda's lips move in a silent prayer.
Ok.


Conor gestures to the Child, who pulls the lever. The noose tightens as the floor drops under you.

Jenda chokes and struggles for a moment...the world goes black.
Ok.


A shepherd leaves east.
A sheep leaves east.
A sheep leaves east.
A sheep leaves east.


Conor looks on emotionlessly as you slowly strangle, then blacks out.


Conor says 'Let her hang as a example to all others who would follow her path.'


Conor gestures to the Child, mounts his horse, and rides from the square.


A man has arrived from the west.
Conor leaves north.

..........

A tall figure cloaked in black, not quite blending into the silent crowd stands watching the girl
chock and kick against her tethers as she hangs. Pulling his hood forward, he waits, eyeing the Hand of Light and his
guards ride north up the street. Growling in his throat, he shakes his head sadly. Steadying himself
against the vile current, he seizes Saidin...A white tendril of smoke curls up from the coarse hemp rope pulled taut
above the limp body of the Accepted. The rope burns apart, and with a sharp snap, breaks, dropping the girl to the wooden planks
with a sickening thud. He remembered the same some few decades back...his wife in Maradon...but she
had lived long enough to serve her purpose...This one...he still had plans for.


............

In the pristine square of Tar Valon, the colorful people mill about, enjoying the bright clear day. A young Novice, scurries through
the crowd, late for her lessons. Panting as she darts arcoss the shining expanse of courtyard surrounding the fountain, slows worriedly to a
stop. Turning around slowly, the young Novice looks at the rumpled pile of white cloth, carelessly dropped at the corner of the marble spray.
A glint in the sun, and she knew right away....the girl hurries over, dropping to her knees, and pulls up the banded hem of the discarded Accepted's dress.
The Great Serpent ring, carefully placed on top. It must not have been lying here too long, or someone might have taken it.
She warily looks around the square...before collecting the dress to return the an Aes Sedai. This Accepted, she was sure, was in for the switching
of a lifetime.

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Re: The Death of Accepted Jenda

Post by Ominas » Sun Jul 25, 2021 11:07 pm

Wow great log. Awesome to see something like this.

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