Old Stories of Tes

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((Some old stories ive written in the past about Tes's story. Not all events of them pertain to here some pieces, but thought id post them if anyone wanted to see older Tes's. Posted in order from oldest ot most recent. Some parts can be considered graphic. ))

1.

The dim light from the candle appeared as if it was trying to hold off he darkness of the room. There she sat, her eyes giving the writings in front of her a cold glare as she read. Around her, stacked as if a make shift wall, thin and thick books sat.

?What a waste of time?these races languages?pathetic. Yet?it will prove useful.? She said softly, brooding over the scripts.

From the darkness of the room, a figure stepped forward. His features were disfigured by the overcast of the surrounding shadows. He was tall and arms folded across his chest. His hair hung down past his arms. It appeared raven black, though with thee heavy darkness around, any other color wouldn?t have made a difference.

?Its time for your training Tes.? His voice was calm, yet held years of strength and endurance.

She gave a single nod and rose from the seat. Pausing a moment she glanced to just a few final words in the book. She rolled her eyes then slammed it. Walking around the table, she followed the man.

?You have a high distaste for them? his calm voice said again.

?Their tongue is just a waste unless spoken proper common.?

A few moments of silence passed until they stopped in front of a closed door. The man gripped the handle and pushed it down. A pause of silence then the sound of stone on stone echoed. Light from the room within poured into the dark hallway. Tes?s eyes squinted a bit adjusting to it. Inside the room there was a gathering of people, all in pairs of two. Each one was in constant movement, ducking and dodging, lunging, and parrying. Each was in a mix of red and black robes, various weapons in their hands.

Tes was unmoved, just another training session for her. She walked into the room slowly. For a moment, while not complelty stopping, the trainees seems to pause and look to her. She picked up a robe and slipped it over her mix of clothing/armor.

?You will train with me today Tes?? Said the man who escorted her. He was rather tall, perhaps around 6?2??. Well to most he would be tall. He was as equal height with Tes as they stood. His hair was indeed black as midnight. His eyes were a deep green. He had a Vandyke style facial hair, all of it well groomed. He also picked up a folded robe and put it on.

All along the wall ran hundreds and hundreds of different weapons. Some the same, some rather unique. She needed not look over them to decide. She lifted a great axe of the wall, gripping it tightly; she held it in one hand. The man looked as she readied herself. He gave a smirk and took a dagger from the wall. Her eyes narrowed, then she rolled them.

?Whatever?attack me? she said in her monotone voice.

?As you wish M?lady? she gave a grin and lunged at her.
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?Well?I was not expecting that,?? said the man holding a cloth to his head, it turning red ever so slowly.

?You said expect the unexpected?merely seeing if you followed what you preached is all.? She tilted her head, half resting on the hand handle.

?You?are correct.? He said giving a little smile. His eyes glanced to her side momentarily.

?Indeedly so?? In a quick motion she pulled a dagger from her side. She shoved it under her left arm, behind her. Following was the sound of a thud and a few gurgles. She almost dropped the blade to the ground, but paused and slipped the bloody dagger back in its little metal seething.

?Just seeing if you practiced what I preached? he smirked a little before he gave a soft laugh.

?Always, if you?ll excuse me, I have something to take care of. Til again?high Primate Marucis.

She side stepped him and lifted the robe off herself. She kept her elligent, proper posture as she left the room. As she left the room, a few more yelps and a scream was heard before the door shut.

She gritted her teeth as she forced her body to make herself walk. Her hand gripped her side, pressing to it. Blood seeped through and dripped to the ground. She leaned against the wall for some support and she walked. Her shoulder armor scraped along the cold stone wall. She moved into her room and locked the door behind her. She moved to the burning candle. She sat and gave a sigh. Removing her hand, blood trickled out. Her eyes narrowed in hate, looking at her red stained glove. She knew full well that he knew he got her good. She raised her hand and looked at her red fingertips. Ever so softly she placed them to her lips and wiped it off on her bottom lip. She savored it for a mere moment, narrowing her eyes again.

?Bah??she said softly.

Her cold gaze softened a little remembering the dagger at her side. She pulled it out, blood still fresh on it. She used her other hand and ran the gloved fingertips against the blood. She then again placed them to her lips and tasted it. Quickly she felt something move in her, flowing through her. She couldn?t help but let a soft moan of pleasure escape. She gave a little shudder in her seat.

?Mmmm?time to get back to studying??

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2.

Almost ten years had passed since her training and education started in the Bhaalite following. Though her attitude, actions, and her privacy, she had somewhat of a great presence as she walked through the underground stone halls. Those who were in her way quickly cut into other rooms. Some holding their breath as she walked by. From her combat skills and methods of killing in the name of Bhaal she quickly rose to a higher rank in the Bhaalite community. Today though, was a day she had been waiting for.

?What cell is he in?? said Tes?s cold voice.

?Last on the left M?lady.? Said the guard.

She paused before passing him and held out her hand. The guard looked bewildered for a few moments before realizing what she wanted. Quickly he handed her the keys and a stack of papers. She gripped them firmly and continued down the dark hallway. A few of the sacrificeies that were still alive ogled at her. Quickly their stares turned to fear as she glanced coldly at them.

Reaching the last cell on the left she stuck the key in and turned it, unlocking the heavy wooden door. She put the keys on her belt and grabbed a nearby torch. As she entered the black room, the firelight quickly flowed in. It brought a man into view. He appeared bony and tired. He was on his knees, head hanging. His arms raised up, held to the wall with chains. The only clothing to accompany him was a ragged loincloth.

?Ahh?Mr. Elmson?? she said coldly, putting the torch in a holder on the wall and pulling up a chair. It scraped on the ground causing the man to wince a little. She sat crossing her legs and looked at her nails a bit.

?W?what?do you want??the man said in a whisper.

?Well?that?s a bit disrespectful, not looking at me when im talking to you?and whispering, try again.? Tes spoke, not looking up from her nails.

?What do you want you devil she-dog!? yelled the man in frustration.

Tes?s sighed softly and stood, placing the papers on the chair. She casually strolled up to the man and in a quick motion, shoved the heel of her boot just above his sternum, chocking him a bit.

?This is simple?your going to verify these found ?notes? on my sister. If this proves useful, I might let you go.? She said pressing her heel a little more.

He coughed and struggled against it nodding. She gave a nod back and removed her heel, leaving a nice imprint. She paused and waited for the man to catch his breath.

?Ok?ok?ask away.? he managed to say, looking up to her, his hair covering his face.

She moved back to the chair and sat, crossing her legs again. She flipped through some of the papers then pulled one out. She glanced it over and filed it back. She kept silent reaching to her side pouch. Pulling a little black vial out she began to shake it.

?She murdered two High Hold guards in the Silver Marches. More details.? She said untwisting the vial. She pulled off the top reveling a little brush dipped in the black substance. She then began to apply it to each of her nails slowly.

?Well, she came into High Hold one night. Some people were talking; Nis came and joined their conversation. I did well to hide behind that temple. They?? He began speaking only to be cut off by her sharp voice.

?Spare me your opinions?I care not?facts only.?

?Right?they were talking bout strongest and weakness something of the sort. Somehow how the guards acted got involved in it. Nis said they were weak and ran tons through, then left town saying for the word to be spread, the dark storm comes.?

Tes looked down her nails and paused a moment. The man tilted his head watching her closely. His eyes followed her hands reaching to her side, seeing her pull out some rolled object. It appeared like a thief?s lock-picking kit would be. She unrolled it and slid one of the thin pointed metal objects out.

?What?what is that?? questioned the man.

?We are going to play a music game. We are going to pretend you?re a bard. Your going to tell your ?tale? of everything you know of her. If you have anything I find to be a bad part of your story, you?re going to sing the chorus of your tale. Now your wondering what that is?so lets hear how you sing.? She said walking over to the man ever so slowly.

He looked up in confusement and fear. Grabbing his left hand, she held is pointer finger up. He struggled some but to no avail. She took the sharp pointed object and wiggled it slightly under his nail.

?No..no please NOOAAAAAA!!!? The chamber and halls filled with his scream in pain as the sharp object was rammed up deep under his fingernail, into the first join of his finger. Blood trickled out.

?That?is your chorus. Now, I think you want?to tell your tale now hm?? She ripped the metal point out of his shaking finger and let his hand go.

?She?she only killed two. The next day she was out, to the orcs n such. Some girl told her to stop, but she didn?t?.?

?What was the girls name?? she said holding up his middle finger.

?Umm?umm im not sure I don?t remember?? he looked up at her fearful.

After a moment, another of his screams of pain echoed in the room and hallways. His middle finger, now trickling blood from the metal being shoved up and under his nail.

?I DON?T KNOW?I don?t know!!!? he yelling turned into sobbing.

?Such?as a shame?? she gripped it hard and shoved the metal object into the mans knee. Constant screaming was now echoing through the chamber. Her eyes glared at the man and each of his three untouched fingers on his hand she bent them back, breaking each, one by one.

?Now?keep going with your tale?? she moved standing in front of him, glaring down.

?She?she?was caught?? There was sniffles and the occasional sob between the mans words ?Killed?and dragged back on the ground from Silverymoon to High Hold. Raised?back to life from?her?? he hung his head low, his hand racked from pain.

?Now we are?getting somewhere?keep going.? She walked around the chair slowly tapping her lips.

?She was given?trial?they found?her guilty but gave her exile?During that time she spoke with some people?Some blacked robed man?and a little hin.? He coughed, obviously looking like he was trying to stay conscious from the now fair sized blood pool around him.

?Keep?speaking?idiot.? She walked back over to him and very hardly backhanded him with a closed fist. His head jerked to the left spitting out blood and teeth as it turned.

?Ugh?that?s?that?s?it?please?let me go?? his voice was soft and wary, half mumbled from the blood in his mouth.

?I thought about that?and well?that would be stupid.? She walked over and grabbed the chair. Tilting it slightly, the back brace of it pointed to the woozy man. She quickly shoved the thin top of the backing to the mans neck. A little crunch was heard and a little tug on the chains as his body went limp.

She set the chair back down softly, and opened the door behind her. As gracefully as she entered, she left the room and proceeded to walk down the hallway. A man quickly joined to her side.

?Prepare my things?im going ?? A sound of determination was in her voice. She waved off the man, continuing to walk down the hallway.

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3.

The wind howled across the tips of the Neather Mountains. The place seemingly had a forever gloom about it. Atop one of the peeks she sat, waiting and thinking. The wind blew harsh against her but she was unmoved, emotionless.

"Tomorrow?I get the information needed??Nis whispered to herself.

?And what happens tomorrow? What information?? a voice sounded.

?Why are you here?? said Nis sighing and closing her eyes.

?Im here because look at yourself. You were stupid; you mindlessly killed, without thought, without even a plan! That is a disgrace to fathers name!? Heavy plate clanking on stone grew louder, coming ever closer to Nis.

?My lies worked fine?soon I?ll be pardoned?I have someone working on that. Don?t worry.? Nis said cocking her neck and looking back.

?We have worked to long and to hard for this for your idiot mistakes to mess it up. Do you remember we had to be kept hidden from Saravok and Abdel Adrian! Most of our life?s in hiding and when is it safe to start the wheel rolling you come here and almost ruin it!? the girl yelled, snapping back at Nis harshly.

?Only one has somewhat of a idea?and he is just a hin, who has his own inner problems to deal with, settle down Tes? Nis now stood, fully turned, facing Tes.

?You?told someone?you?gave away what we are??? Tes walked forward more, even with Nis on slightly higher ground, Tes stood over her a good few inches.

?I didn?t tell him who or what we are nor the plan?just the idea that focuses it?? Seeing Tes step closer, her hand slipped to the hilt of her rapier.?

?You?come here?you kill two meaningless guards?disgracing fathers name?in doing so and now?you compromise what we are still alive for?YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF HIS BLOOD!? Tes reached back with both hands grabbing the handle and drew her massive axe.

?Are you mad! Everything is going as planned! You kill your own?your own sister?!? nis drew her rapier and pulled up her tower shield.

?You are weak, you let them jail you! And you spoke of our plan! You are not worthily of father power, of fathers blood! You will NOT become the Lady of Murder!?

Tes arched the massive axe back and took a mighty swing. Nis threw up her shield arm and braced for the blow. A loud crack echoed through out the mountains and shattered the shield into its wooden and metal pieces. Nis felt a surging pain run through her arm but quickly reposed, stabbing her rapier in and out of Tes?s right leg.

?And your weapon?how pathetic?not even a true weapon of our father!? Tes glanced down to her wound then back up quickly to Nis. Holding her axe in one hand she grabbed Nis?s hand holding her weapon. She tugged and pulled her close; face to face, only a few inched apart.

?With my power?these lands shall fall, and from the ashes, lead by the Lady of Murder, shall arise a new order, that will shake?the very foundations of the world!? Tes chocked her head back then slammed it against Nis?s head, making her fall to her back, rapier falling out of hand.

?Ugh?Tes?? Nis whispered, struggling to keep consciousness.

?You deserve?no pity?? Tes walked up to her laying sister and smirked. Raising her axe over her head with both hands, she swung down with a mighty blow, decapitating Nis. For a moment everything stood still and Tes took in the moment fully. Putting her axe strapped back on her back. She grabbed the body and tossed it over the peaks edge, to some rock formations below. She then took a few steps forward but paused.

?Hmm, give them something to talk about?? She reached and grabbed her sisters head descending down the mountains.