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[Impending Doom]

Another punch to the face.

"Dammit, I am not playing with you! Who gave the order!?"

[Dsarker]

"Khenal did! Oh Ingest! We killed innocent ponies!" He throws up.

[Impending Doom]

Starkey rams his hoof into Istlig's face again, fully prepared to beat a more appropriate answer out of the wretch.

[Khenal]

"Then I am under arrest as well."

I place my spear against the wall and look at Starkey.

"Commander, can you handle the rest of the guard without my assistance?  I said we would be disarmed and questioned, and I am no exception."

[Dsarker]

A strange look comes over his eyes, and in a voice not quite his, and somewhat monotone, he says "It was not Khenal. It was Friesden who did it. Kill her."

[The Master]

I begin screaming(muffled of course from the gag) and thrashing, desperate to get somepony's attention so that I can be untied.

[Impending Doom]

"Ooh, no, that monster Friesden! Of course, how could I have been so blind?"

Punch.

"You think you're being, funny, do you?"

Punch.

"You think it's amuuuusing?"

Punch.

"Well I'm not laughing, you sick clop!"

Punch.
Punch.

"Now you're-"
Punch.
"going-"
Punch.
"to tell-"
Punch.
"me-"
Punch.
"who-"
Punch.
"gave-"
Punch.
"the clopping-"
Punch.
"ORDER!"

[Khenal]

"Commander, stop!  Please, he's not resisting any more!  Just take us both to a cell.  There's magic about, he may not be himself right now."

[Dsarker]

In the same voice, virtually unchanged from the pain the body must be going through, Istlig answers "It was Friesden. She gave the order. Pillomino was the most important to imprison. Her mind would give her range over the fortress. I suggest, mr Starkey, that you ask her about her Art of the Dress. I've trained her well, it seems."

[The Master]

I slip into unconsciousness as the gag prevents me from getting enough air.
((Good night guys, happy blood bath!))

[Khenal]

"Who...are you?"

[Impending Doom]

Starkey ceases his assault, instead siezing Istlig's face in his forehooves.

"I'll wager I'm not talking to Istlig right now. So out with it: who are you?"

[Dsarker]

"Mr Starkey, your friend here was partially correct. Khenal did order Istlig and the guards to summarily punish the...hehehe...offenders. It was Friesden who came up with the idea of...isolating... The important ones. I, of course, was the fulfiller of this plan. It's partly her fault, I guess. If she had been...what's the phrase... The full bit, I believe, I would still be tasting her memories. They were delicious." The last word is the only one with any emotion at all.

[Impending Doom]

"You're doing an excellent job dodging my question: Who. Are. You?"

[Dsarker]

"I have many names, mr Starkey. I have no doubt your memories would taste even better than Friesden's....and hers were very delicious." Saliva begins to drop from Istlig's mouth. "Hers were the best. More than just plain pony meat...they filled...like the first unicorn I drank. I was too hasty. Her mind has splintered, each more acrid and painful to touch than the last. It was good to leave that...even for the poor feast this one is. Oh....but like a thirsting pony in the desert, I could not resist."