675-05-30 - Priestess Revisited

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Priestess Revisited
Summary: Moshe returns with more questions for Priestess Leshara
Who: Moshe Machuri and Priestess Leshara
References: re:Abi, re:Avraham Grunhaid
When: May 30th, afternoon
Related Logs: Happens after Sparring with Words, previous interrogation of the priestess can be found here.
Date of RP: 05/06/2014
Where: Dungeons, Interrogation Room - Castle of the White Dove, Isle of the Crown
Room Desc: A dark room with a table and hideous instruments of torture adorning the walls.


Once again Moshe is back and this time he is not in the greatest mood. Once again he looks to the priestess but she is not on the table yet. Though there are two guards ready to do his bidding as to what will be done to the priestess. "I hate been sent around on a chase, one that shows no results. So now, I am going ot ask nicely just once and you best reply, since my lack of patience is so close to going away, I require the truth." Moshe simply looks to her, not looking around, waiting on her words to come out.

Leshara lets her gaze flicker over the interrogation chamber, her eyes widening as they linger on the table for a moment, and then continue towards where the various tools are hanging from hooks at the wall. Trying to pull free from the guards but only halfheartedly so, when her attention returns to Moshe. "What... answers do you need, Sir?" Her voice a bit shaky. "I already told you... what I know, Sir."

Moshe has had enough with innocent sounding, batting eyelash females and he motions for the two guards to keep her steady. He stands a way, since he is keeping hismelf from putting his hands around ther throat. " Now, I want to ask you a few questions, you will answer truthfully. I have gathered enough informations to prety much know the truth. If you answer incorrectly or try to lie to me, you will lose on of your nails." he says this in a manner that simply tells her he means every word he says. " So, who is Abi, the one you say did the killing...did she actualy do the killing...truth or lose a nail."

Her eyes flicker in the knight's direction, attentively studying the man, searching for any signs on what his next move may be, noting the distance, and then feeling the grasp of the guards' hands tighten about her arm just a touch, she'll exhale and lower her gaze when she hears what Moshe has to say. "I told you," Leshara replies, her eyes flickering, her mouth but a line. "She's a follower. But one of those who discarded the blue ribbon, when she shouldn't have. And yes, I suppose she has. Killed that man. Her betrothed. They were to marry. Funny isn't it?" And there the Priestess chuckles, in grim amusement.

Moshe nods slowly as she answers his questions, his men still have her but they are not letting go. "Alright, if that is your truth, who is Lord Avraham Grunhaid? What is he to you and what is he to Abi?" his eyes roam her face, to see waht kind of reaction she may have to his question. Though he does go to the table now, making sure the shackles are set and ready. The tools near by, specialy the plier looking tool.

"Lord... Avraham Grunhaid?" Leshara's voice sonds maybe a bit shaky as she turns her gaze away from Moshe. Although the name does not seem to leave her indifferent. "He... is a bad man.", she admits after a moment. "I had... high hopes for him. To turn into someone better,... to grow with his tasks... And after all, it seems he was just after this young and pretty slut of a whore." The corner of her mouth twitches, the answer is delivered with a cold tone of contempt, and both her hands are clenched into fists.

Moshe looks at her for a bit of time as she speaks and then nods, still they do not let go. " Look at me Priestess and tell me what he was to you, what he did that was bad and who is this pretty whore your talking about." as he grabs the pliers and walks on over now, there is that clinking sound as he opens and closes the pliers over and over again. " Tell me all that you know of him and what he did to you and the pretty whore...I need the name of the pretty whore." he knows the priestess is angered but he needs to know why.

"Well..." Leshara turns to stare right back at Moshe now, as he approaches, her gaze sparkling with anger. "You know who I am talking about. The pretty whore is Abi, she did all she could to seduce Lord Avraham, to get him off the path." Spitting the words out, as if they had venom in them. "He...", she hesitates. "...it was a mistake to involve Abi and her betrothed." And there she falls silent, lowering her gaze. Flinching as she hears the sound of the pliers.

Moshe continues to focus on her, his eyes not diverting at all as she speaks and tells a tale as he calls them. As he listens, the pliers stop the sound and then he licks his lips. " You thirsty Priestess?" as he motions the guards to let her go and fetch water for her. He looks back ot her then. " I want the whole truth Priestess, everything, the murder, the involvement of each and why the tapestry was stolen, all of it and I hope you tell me the truth or it be the last drink you have." and so he takes a seat not to far away, his men ready, a mug of water ready for her to drink from.

The question seems to take Leshara by surprise, and she shoots Moshe a glance, moistening her dry lips before she nods. "Aye, Sir Moshe. I am. Thirsty." She falls silent, waiting for the mug of water to be held to her lips, to drink from it. When the drink is offered, she'll gulp hastily whatever she can get. It has indeed been a long time since her last. The thirst a discomfort she has so far attempted to ignore. "What do you know of Lord Avraham...?", the priestess counters, instead of replying to the request. "Apart from him being the solicitor?" Her tone perhaps a bit cautious.

Moshe looks at the Priestess as she takes a drink and then eventualy he nods to them again and sure enough they are ready for her reactions. Though she asks her question and he frowns. " I ask the questions here Priestess." he snaps, his patience going away in a instant. Then his jaw clenches a bit and looks to think a bit before he calms down a bit. " Why were you at the Inn on the day of the murder? Why were you seen living the establishment. What is the Lord really to you or was a year ago? Tell the truth Priestess because I have no qualms about removing nails, have always wondered and your giving me a perfect opportunity."

"Certainly." Leshara replies, her gaze flickering a little. "It is you who ask the questions, Sir." His next questions make her shoot him an astonished glance, however, and she shakes her head. "I was not at the inn, Sir Moshe! I've been in Piradin, at the Temple." Frowning at his latter remark she will lower her gaze again.

Moshe sighs and motions to the guards to put her n the table and shackle her in. Mean while as she is put on the table and roughly if she resists. " I asked you about the Lord and what was he to you..I will not repeat myself, you do not answer, your finger nail comes off and slowly." as he starts to open and close the pliers. " So, if you were not there, then who? It was not Abi, I know that for sure, who was it." his voice getting a bit angrier.

"But...why? You cannot do this! Sir! I am...answering your questions!", Leshara protests, trying her best to resist the guards' efforts to shackle her once again. "She... It must have been her who did it! Her betrothed... he was not dumb enough not to notice there was something developing between her and... Lord Grunhaid." And there she closes her eyes for a moment. "He had one arm, her betrothed... already caught once, without the blue ribbon." And then again, she continues frantically: "I was not there! I swear, by the Patrons! By Ylirena. I. Am. Not. Guilty. Of Murder!!!"

Moshe looks at the woman as she resists being shackled on to the table. Once again Moshe steps closer to help if need be, until she is laying there, his eyes on her for a long time. " It was mentioned that the one moving away from the Inn, was taller than Abi. A womans voice was heard and since it was not Abi, then who. Your taller than her, what is stopping you from telling a lie?" he brings the pliers to her finger and shows how much it would hurt if he actualy squeezed by tightening it a bit on her finger. " Who murdered him, her betrothed? Also I am curious as to hwo you knew exactly where the tapestry was, exactly where you mentioned it was. Oh and do you know how to mix herbs, like an Apothecary can?"

"I. Was. Not. There." Said with some finality to her tone, as Leshara holds Moshe's gaze. "He was becoming a problem... And it is all her fault!" Flinching when he brings the pliers to her finger. "I... think it was Abi, Sir Moshe.", she squeals, when her fear of him demonstrating the pain seems to become overpowering. Then she calms down, at least attempts to do so. "The tapestry... Why? Everyone knows it is in the Royal Chapel, Sir? It's common knowledge..." As to the herbs, she gives a low chuckle. "I have a little knowledge in that area, yes...Eeeeek-" the outcry a reaction to an occasional tightening of the pliers, "yes, yes, I know of some herbs that made the guards pass out...just from their smell. I gave them to Abi and her friend."

Moshe looks at her and then keeps on pushing a bit on the finger as she seems to talk more now than before. " Who was becoming a problem and why is it her fault?" then as she mentions the tapestry. " I meant at the oak, in the woods, how did you know where to find it. If you did not steal it, who did, who told you where it was? Why would they tell you?" He squeezes a little harder then. " My patience is running low."

"By the Patrons!", Leshara will wimper. "Abi's betrothed. The dead man." She'll shoot Moshe an irritated glare. "He saw that... Lord Grunhaid and Abi where getting along. He was not going to take it. He was getting rebellious. Abi's fault, because she didn't stop to... get friendly with the Lord. And the tapestry..." Now she wails. "Stop. Pleeease. I am telling you already all I know. Just...", the priestess mutters desperately. "There... are hidden passages, that lead from the castle to the woods," she finally continues. "There was the oak. A good hiding place. Abi and her friend stole the tapestry, using the herbs I gave them. They were disguised...as foreigners."

Moshe looks at her and stops squeezing and pulls the pliers away and then looks at her eyes once again. " Now, slowly and carefully, make this more sense than your telling me." he pauses and licks his lips, there is a glint of enjoyment in him, something showing that he does enjoy this fear he sees the woman with. "The dead man got jealous of Abi and the Lord because they were getting close. Dead man did not want to steal the tapestry but Abi convinced him to steal it anyways, with her help? You helped them steal it by giving them the smelling herbs to knock out the guards. You think Abi killed the dead man because why? Oh and who stole the book that holds the secrets to the undergound tunnels that lead out of the city, where is it?"

Leshara's eyes narrow just a touch as she notices that flicker in Moshe's eyes. "We... have it. The book.", she admits, after a moment. Then she falls silent, her eyes closing. She has given him the answers he asked of her, but... does he really understand? A faint smile curves her lips, although it seems to offer little comfort in this most desolate of situations.

Moshe looks to her for a long time, thinking and that is obvious as he finaly just comes out and says it. " Why, why all this, why steal it, why kill?" then he takes a hold of the finger again and sets he pliers there. " If I do not like the answer, I hope you understand if you can't use your finger no longer." then as another thought occurs to him. " Where is the book?"

"This... is not so much about the book...", Leshara confesses, her eyes opening again, as she shoots him an odd glance. Can he really be so dumb? "It was a means to get there... to the tapestry... To steal it. There." She sighs. "To keep it from the Royal Chapel. Enough to stir doubts among... the wrong faith." And there, a slightly triumphant flicker appears in her gaze. "Foreigners. To disguise as foreigners, to keep us from allying with them. It was all on purpose! Because... This... is a mistake. A grave mistake. Sir Moshe! We had to stop them. The Queen!" For once her voice is raised in an almost beseeching tone. "It is not lost! The case is not lost! If you join us, Sir Moshe! I feel, there is need in you, a need that your situation cannot fulfill. The need for power! And there will be need for capable leaders such as you... Sir Moshe... after..." And there her voice trails off. //After it happens, what can no longer happen.//

Moshe listens and then as he listens he looks at her in bewilderment, like she is crazy in a way that he can't understand. " So, you have admitted all this was to make sure the Isles did not ally themselves with Two Rivers?" now he squeezes the pliers. As he hears more he frowns and then finaly listens ot all that she has said. " So Abi faked her way into the order with the help of the Lord. Now you tend to think that Abi killed the man in the inn, who was a follower of your cult." he says cult like a curse. " You trying to make me one of your flock, you're crazy." he squeezes a bit more, his eyes on her. " Where is the book, who killed that man."

The priestess shoots Moshe a glance, that shows both pity and despair. "This is not simply about alliances, Sir! It's a matter of the right faith!" And there he squeezes and Leshara screams in agony. Her voice sounds a bit hoarse when she replies to his next questions. "It was the Lord's doing. He is one... of us...", she admits, the corners of her lips twitching downwards. "I... had hoped...." And there she stops, shaking her head. No she will not give that away as well. "I don't KNOW who killed the man at the inn. I wasn't there, as I've already sworn by the Patrons of Asmenachia!" More screams of agony follow as the next squeezing comes, this time, surpassing what she is capable to endure, as her screams suddenly diminish, her body relaxes and all consciousness leaves her.