"Not so Good in Practice"
The Hall of Rule and Reprimand, Etzos, Zi'da 40, arc 717
Continued from here...The Pair made their way outside the Riverbank Inn, making several turns and several blocks' distance before the pirate pulled the orb from her pack and turned her back on her escort, Zipper, to work its mechanism. The sea breeze halted briefly, to reverse its direction and suddenly carry a light but unpleasant sewer aroma, as a back alley of Etzos materialized around them with a tearing sound and a circular blaze of light.
They ignored the pair of bums, who gave startled cries about magic and villains, as Zipper played her part by grabbing Graeslin roughly and promising the two street folk that her "prisoner" was bound for the hall. The bums babbled drunken cheers, satisfied once again to sit in the muck at the base of wall that looked and smelled as if stained primarily by urine and vomit. The pirate played her part as well, grousing profanely, but giving in grudgingly to the shoves and punches that Zipper was all too eager to perform with unsurpassed realism.
Graeslin sneered as they moved from the alley and made their way toward the Hall. "Don't enjoy this too much, money-buns. There's a point where I no longer chalk up the bruises to necessity; and you can bet I'll return the favor on your little brother's ass after I cut you a new pussy right under your chin." Sarcasm now added its flavor to her voice, "Yeah, yeah, now give me that nice threatening rebuttal, girl. Don't let me down. Now here, take my pack."
The pirate knew that Zipper enjoyed a specialized rank, and as 'Advisory Liaison to Foster's Landing', she had equal rank to all but one of the soldiers currently conducting interrogations beneath the Hall. As well as the knock patterns, code words and greets, gestures, symbols and all such signals. These got the pair through the heavy outer door, courtesy of the guard who manned it. It got them past a pattern of checkpoints inside as well, with Zipper needing to do little more than identify her prisoner.
The guards' eyes shone with anticipation of new treasure-hunting, now that they had the ship captain along with her men; of whom the bodies of five mutilated members now lay in a heap against the wall by one of several turns in the tunnels. These tunnels all led to similar parallel corridors of identical cells, the end of each hall holding a glowing plaque with a Rupturing ward activated inset within its center.
The guards were now fully focused on the presence of the pirate queen, and took little notice of where Zipper went. Though she was not posted in this prison, their little domain, she had leave to move about with no requirement of clearance from any save the commander. And he too, was currently savoring the anticipation of each escalating step of humiliation they would perform on Graeslin. Material riches were not the only treasures they intended to wrest from the female.
Graeslin revelled in the violation of her "privacy", letting the aroused feature of the men nearby stand out as ever more firm targets of her upcoming vengeance. They had no shame as leggings dropped to free the purveyors of their lust. Clearly they felt that the administration of the pain portion of the interrogation could wait until after their "sport".
The lighting changed suddenly in the entire area, as the wards deactivated. Graeslin snarled a laugh and kicked back and up from her hands-and-knees position to flatten one guard's scrotum against his thigh. His high, weak whine of crippling pain was drowned in the alarmed cries as the rest of the guards realized what could happen with the wards down.
Zipper came running back into the main area, as guards hurried down several tunnels to attempt to secure reactivations. But the core of the central array was gone, and their efforts were futile. Graeslin did not bother to take note of whether Zipper was feigning ignorance of where it had gone, brazenly confessing to its destruction, or making some other claim of her own devising. She hurried to the pack Zipper had tossed aside nearby and dug out the orb.
Back at the upstairs room of the Riverbank Inn, the conscripted members of Graeslin's assault team, along with her genuine pirate crew members, saw a oblong rip form in the plane of space in the center of the room. One of the tables was torn neatly in half by the portal, and fell away to both sides of it as the image of underground passages and the chaotic scrambling of armed men appeared within its boundary.
Brigg stood immediately to the forefront of the gathering, pounding his enormous fist into a palm that looked as if it could fully enclose a normal man's entire head, "It's time, ya rot rats! Into the hole NOW!" Unnoticed by everyone, in the moment of excitement was the door opening a crack, and a small girl peering inside to have her eyes grow wide with recognition not only of the young boy in the party, but the pirate holding a knife to his throat as well, as they made their way to the portal.