The Collector: A Macabre Litany

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The Collector: A Macabre Litany

Postby Shaila » Sat Mar 06, 2010 1:51 am

It was that sound again. That wet, squirming sound. It sounded like someone was idly moving a fork through a plate of wet noodles. And partially hidden by this sound was another, a shallow and eager sort of breathing.

Shaila opened her eyes. She was looking at a ceiling, the wood faded and moldy with numerous stains on it. A drop of water fell just below her eye and she reflexively blinked, turning her head to the side to avoid another drop entering her eye. As the drop of water slid down her face to the table she was laying on, she stared at the sight before her. Like vultures hunched over a fresh corpse, the aged dwarf and his gnome were bent over the corpse of the woman laying on that table, peeling her skin off slowly. The woman’s eyes stared back at Shaila, lidless. As the dwarf and the gnome turned to look at Shaila, she screamed.

Shaila opened her eyes. She was looking at a ceiling, the top of the four posted bed in her bedroom still a healthy color. She lay there for a long while, her breathing gradually slowing to a more relaxed pace. Finally she sat up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand before looking over to see her other hand on top of the other pillow in the bed. Her eyes stayed focused on that spot for a long time, a wistful quality to her gaze.

Finally she got out of bed and peeked between the curtains of the nearby window to find that night was still upon the forest. Suddenly the nightmare came back to her, and she drew away from the window for fear of seeing a specter from her dreams standing outside in the still quiet of the night. She sighed, rubbing the top of her head.

“You’ve been inside an old god’s prison and still he gets to you...”, she whispered quietly to herself.

It had been almost two years since Shaila had been kidnapped by Relm Mandragore. They had known each other previously, Shaila having worked as his maid around the age of seventeen. After working for him for a time, she had discovered his horrifying secret. He was kidnapping and murdering women and making lifesized dolls out of them, and was planning to do the same to her once she got older. He had searched for her for many years after she had run away, and finally got his hands on her a few months before the Dark Portal opened once more. There she was held prisoner and ultimately tortured by Relm’s jealous daughter, an adopted gnome by the name of Lian. The torture had nearly killed her, but thanks to her friends she had come out of it with only the four scars that remained on her face to this day. Relm and his two adopted children were dead, and Shaila was still alive.

But she couldn’t shake the nightmares that occasionally came ever since. The things she had seen in that subterranean mansion, the things she had heard. ...and she now suspected why. Throughout that entire ordeal, she had remained the victim. There had been no liberating moment for her. She was carried into the mansion by enemies, and she was carried away from the mansion by friends.

Though Relm was dead, he had yet to be defeated. She needed to go back. She needed to find some way to get rid of these lingering fears.

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