Alex knocked against the door, awaiting a hug from his young elf. He stood there for a five three minutes, before he knocked again, but stopped as his hand touched the door. He heard crying. Tiff. But he also heard something else...A whip? Someone was cracking a whip? He fought the urge to kick the door down, and simply stood there, hearing the constant crying and whipping.
He began to hit the door now, yelling out to Arkurus. His fists banged against the door for a minute or so, before he could not stop himself. He lifted his leg and kicked the door, trying to knock it down. If that did not work, he would raise his hands, casting a spell upon the door. Suddenly, the door would be hit by a powerful, invisible force, which Alex had conjured to open it.
The door flew open upon contact with the spell and the echoing crying and whipping flooded out. It came from higher in the tower, and following the noice Alex would soon come to a room, much like the large bedroom he owned, with Tiff sitting in one the chairs off the side crying. the whipping came from another room beyond them and did not cease, even as Tiff looked up at her master with tear filled eyes.
"Ma-Master? You shopuldnt be here! You will get in trouble!" She said urgently, looking paler than usual. Someone was beiong whipped in the next room, and whoever it was was making Tiff cry. Was that worth investigating? Or, now knowing that Tiff was not being harmed, would the situation call for a hasty retreat?
"Tiff...What is that? Who is he whipping?!" he asked. Alex felt something. He felt something bad. Something was beyond that door that was driving his mind mad. He struggled to breath, before he ran closer to Tiff, suddenly very happy she was okay. He hugged her tightly, whispering, "I'm glad you're okay. God, I was scared..." All too soon though did he break away though as he felt a bad feeling coming from the door that held the whipping. "Who is that?" he cried, looking at Tiff. If the girl did not answer soon enough, the urge would overtake the Warlock, and he would run at the door, and would begin banging his fist against, and if need be, would use another spell.
"I-I cant..please Master, you have to leave, this is the worst time!" She cried, clearly upset, but still completely loyal to Alex, wanting only the best for her former master. She did not want him to see who was being whipped beyond the door because it would cause trouble for him not for her, though it actually could cause her tons of trouble.
If Alex ignored her and barged into the door he would find himself in a dungeon looking room with shelves packed full of tools of bondage and torture, both sexual and not. There, in the center, Arkurus was whipping bloody red lines out of the back of a dark elf male. His long red hair hung about his head, his arms and legs suspended above him in chains. Blood dripped from his hair and back...in fact his hair was not red at all, it was white like Tiff's, but soaked in his own blood.
He grunted with each whip, but did not cry out, his teeth clenched tightly as he struggled hard to not bite off his own tongue. The damage done to him was hard to measure, the tatters of his clothes leaving little the imagination. Though both eyes were closed, one of his eyes was bleeding heavily, and for all intents and purposes it seemed that Arkurus was intent on whipping the elven youth to death.
Aled did not know this elf, he could leave now while he had the chance, since he had not been spotted yet. Tiff would not look, could not look, and remained in the other room weeping softly. Although Alex had never seen the elf before in his life, he would find him strangely familiar...
Alex ran through the door and came to a halt as he found what, or rather who, was being whipped. A young, male elf. At first, he was confused, but then he felt...familiar? Who was he? He never met him in his life. But he knew Tiff knew him. And for some reason...In a way, he believed he did as well. He struggled to understand what was going on, one foot already inching out.
He quickly stopped it and tried to think. First, the consequences. If Arkurus saw him, who knows what would happen. He would be beaten into an inch of his life, maybe even killed. He should leave now.....
So why wasn't he moving? Ah yes. The male elf.
He wondered who this was, and he racked his mind looking for answers, but came to nothing. Instead, he just had that strange feeling of familiarity. Before he could think about anything else, his voice escaped his mouth and yelled, "Arkurus!"
((Hey, Mareo, I was hoping, if ya don't mind, if I could add something to the list before the next timeskip? Just a couple of later posts to help explain Alex's backgrounds))
The spell sword ceased his whipping immidiately and was suddenly in Alex's face with a knife at his throat. "No master!" Tiff cried out, Stopping Arkurus from killing Alex. "What are you doing in here?" the dangerous man demanded, shoving Alex away and tucking away his blade quickly. The speed at which he had just moved was fast, faster than Alex could blink or even think! He would have to weigh his words carefully, he was in Arkurus field now.
(Sure, what do you want to add?)
((I wanted Alex to have a flashback, and maybe talk to one of the other girls (Probably either Sarah or Lillia) about how HE learned magic from his Master, Mr. D, a far more powerful warlock))
"I...It's time for Tiff to visit me. We had an agreement that she would be with me, once hour, at this time..." the Warlock said. "Then I heard crying, and whipping...I got worried, so I let myself in. I found Tiff crying, and she told me not to, but I went through the door, and found you....torturing him," the man slowly said, doing his best to prepare himself, in case Arkurus no longer found his life important. "If I may ask....Who is he?" he inquired, pointing at the male elf.
((Also, if Arkurus and Alex are fighting, the old warlock may need help from his teacher. Just in case))
"No one." Arkurus said simply. "Take her leave, I do not want-""Lithin!" The elf cried out. "I am Zane Ro's Lithin, Third son to th-GAH!" He cried out as he the whip shot out and struck him across his face. He went limp once more and began to cough and sputter, and had taken off the tip of his tongue with that last whip. "Silence deluded fool! Do you wish to make your punishment worse?!" Arkurus snapped. "This troublesome elf believes himself to be a member of Tiff's house. He is not, and he will pay for lying to me." "I-I dont lie! I swear...it...on...my...family's...grave!" He yelled, each pause signifying a whipping from Arkurus, but he would not be stopped. "I said be SILENT!" ARkurus roared, suddenly appearing before the young man and kneeing him hard in the face, breaking his nose and knocking him out. "Leave mage! Take her with you!" He yelled, his eyes never leaving the hanging elf as he raised the whip again.
(OK, where would D come from?)
((Well, I was planning on having D being in retirement, under a false name, living peacefully by himself in another part of the town. If Arkurus and Alex do end up fighting, Alex could go to him for help, or ask him to protect his girls, or maybe even have D fight this battle for him. Or D could have teleported Alex and his girls out of the place and to him (he is a lot more powerful than Alex). D gave up the title as Master of Magic and disappeared off the face of the earth, because Alex was never able to beat him. Only Alex probably knows his old Master's location. If this conflicts with any of your ideas, tell me, and I'll try to change it))
"Arkurus, please, stop for a moment!" Alex pleaded, and he quickly got up, and went down on his knees to try and convince the swordsman. "I...I can't help, but think I recognize him." A thought suddenly hit Alex. He entered Tiff's dream yesterday, and he believed he saw her home and family. He racked his memory, looking through the dream to see if he could find this man's face. As he did, he would look at the male elf and say. "Do...Do I know you? Have we met before? My name is Alex, Master of Magic," he said, praying that he was not overstepping his boundaries.
The elf could only groan, looking up weakly with his one good eye. "I...I cant see you..." He gasped before being kicked in the face again. "Be silent! You will learn your place I swear it! And you, leave now! This is none of your concern." But Alex would see it. He had never seen the man before in his life, but he had seen his twin, held his twin, and still loved his twin. Tiff's identical brother lay before him, beaten so badly that he could almost not recognize the several aspects of Tiff in his own face. Being elves, they could look almost completely the same and still be different genders, as was the case here. He spat out what lookd like to much blood and maybe even a tooth and remained silent.
(Nah, its all good)