Grig Tyrell Roleplay

Night Sept 8 2005

Grig descends down into the dungeons...

Turning to a lady dungeon keeper, "Adrasteia, please fetch Tancred from his cell."

"Yes, my lordship, I shall make sure this one is fit to see you", Adrasteia says as she grabs her brass knuckles and smiles back at Grig, "These are to soften him up some so that he does not attempt to get far." She walks down the dark stone hall, grabs the keys at he side and proceeds to open the cell. "Tancred! Sit up, I shall take you to see the Grand Justicar, Grig. In case you don't know respect I shall give you a refesher." Adrasteia enters the cell, leaving the door open.

There is the sound of snaps and what sounds like body blows. A few screams erupt, but it becomes apparent that this nolbe is being submissive. A few moments later Adrasteia appears with Tancred in front of her, she's holding his arm up high behind his back.

"Tancred, I hope you have enjoyed our finest ameneties in Ikalak. I hope my made use of the pool of water and bathed your barbaric skin, for today I am releasing you back to your realm. Now, I shall have Adrasteia here escort you out of our dungeons. I hope that you shall no longer bring your sword against Ikalak."

The lady goaler blinds folders Tancred, and escorts him out...