Lair of Insanity

He stretched languidly between the sheets, but stopped mid-stretch.  His eyes flew open to take in a room that seemed dark despite the fire upon the hearth.  He scowled as a headache sprang to life as he tried to piece together the events that led him here.  Great, something important that his mind did not log right.  He rubbed his temples and paused yet again in his motions as he felt a slender form crawl onto him.  His eyes opened to find a dark elf woman smiling down at him as if she had gained a trophey.

"Welcome back."

He scowled at her.  For a decade she was never this nice.  Never.  Not even when she forced him into whatever she wanted.  He tasted bile in the back of his throat.  Damn his malfunction from trying to suppress everything so long.  Now he was right back to where he was no more than a few months ago with no clue how he got here.

"Don't look so happy about it.  It isn't like your wife will care when she's dead."

He slowly smiled.  "I bet you have it already planned out."  He sure hope the Druchii was talking of his aunt rather than the wife he had for all of a couple weeks before he lost her.  That mystery still haunted him, but he did not suspect it to even relate to the ploy he had been playing for years.  And well, Althselisa was definitely gone forever.  Another that could never be touched by the enemy ever again.

"Indeed.  Too bad she won't make it off the mountain path she must traverse."

"She is far more resourceful than ye think."

"Is she now.  As I recall she only picked up the sword upon your going missing the first time.  Ten years is not long enough to be much of a match in the dance."

"As if you would know anything about sword play, sorceress wench."

With a quick twist of his body he had her pinned beneath him.  He grit his teeth to keep from nearly swooning due to the headache.

She laughed and teasingly wiggled under him.  "Why don't you just admit you remember liking it?"

He growled at her in hopes he actually would not get sick at the thought.  The trick would be figuring out how to get away from her a second time.  But what could she possibly want at this point?  He knew nothing of the greatest warlords of this time.  His memories were all based on stale information that now lay in written chronicles.

"What do you really want?"

She purred at him.  "For you to admit you rather be with me and our side?"

He let her think he was pondering that as he let his eyes roam about the room.  As expected, nothing he owned appeared to be in the room, not even one stitch of clothing.  Of course, why would he expect it any other way with this wench?

A knock on the door made him look down at her just in time to feel her grab his long hair and yank him to one side.  He growled as he returned the favor, which made her knee him hard in the ribs.  They wrestled into a tangle with the bedsheets and wound up in a pile on the floor as the door flew open.

"Shall we extract him?" asked a guard.

She slithered away from him and rose to her feet as if being found naked was a normal thing.  "I think he may have actually enjoyed himself."

He so wanted to slap that venomous smile off her face, but he stayed put.  Some new game was up and the last thing he wanted was to be chained back to that damp, cold wall.  His breath sucked in sharply as he remembered the horror that had been used against him.  The magus, no doubt, still existed in her employ unless his escape had deemed his execution necessary.  That thought made him smirk, but they would pay for the pain.  They would.

"Someone is here to see you."

Moruchtuil knew the guard spoke too slowly as if having to rephrase himself.  Was it the one that supposedly thought they could take out his aunt Briseadh on a mountain cliff.  No doubt she could have blown them over the edge on her third strike.  No doubt she would.  May the one dumb enough to try have a fast trip home and be forever warped from falling into that gorge.  He started chuckling at the picture framed in his mind.

"You won't be laughing shortly."

A swift kick to his ribs made him laugh all the harder.  She purposefully made sure to stepp hard on his back as she retrieved her robes.

"I'll be back for more play time later, then ye shall see the truth."

He snorted in his laughter and decided he was better off going the insane tactic.  Sadly that was all too easy these days.

"Don't let him leave."

"Aye." 

The doors closed loudly leaving him alone in the room.  Alone with his twisted humor until he could laugh no more.