The last thing Droch could remember was the blurry vision and the cold ground that lay underneath him, no doubt the enemy had caught him from behind, with the hilt of a sword or axe.His head roared with pain but now reminsicing over the past events he sighed, the chains biting ito his arm, like the words of the enemy. He hawked and spit upon the floor, and laughed at one of the captors,

"Is é seo cad a cheapann tú i d' "

Speaking in his gaelic tongue, he smiled brightly for even these dark, dank conditions could not break his spirit.The swift retort of a backhand followed and the pain surged across his face, not giving them the satisfaction of letting it show, blood poured form the lash, although that wasnt as painful as what came next.
He mustve been unconscience at the time that his queen was dragged away, but the sight now was far worse and it would haunt him forever.
The whipping that tore through her flesh was evident by her distressed whimpers, the sight brought a tear to his eye and he had to close his eyes and pray that it wouldnt be long before this was all over.

Is é seo cad a cheapann tú i d' (trans: this is what i think of you)

As he tried to make his escape to the next shire he got caught just as he neared the border. They took him and cuffed him then dragged him along the ground with force getting him all scratched up and bloodied. They threw him next to Molly forcing him to watch them beat her up he howled at them. Tears swelled up in his eyes watching her get beat up. He could not do anything since they had him in chains. But one thing he could do was stand up and spit the filths in their faces.

WE WILL NEVER SUBMIT TO YOU YOU FILTH!!!

Ban Moroplovac hear that wast nobles of Ireland were captured. Ban then sent a message to the alliance of NA and Poland.

QUOTE:
I Ban Moroplovac salute you on your victory. I also want you to recognize this nobles. In a way that if they say they'll not attempt to escape they be granted into houses under house arrest. Nobles in these ways can't get illness while in prison. But if an noble breaks this treaty by either not allowing another noble to have this privillage or the noble tries to escape , he is then torn off of his nobility.

That is the way of the European culture. Nobles were respected even after capture. In this message i support neither side , just a reminder of a previous law that i accepted.

With that Ban returned to his kingdoms buisness.

Eighteen days had passed since their capture. Every day that passed brought more and more disgusting behavior towards Molly and the Irish. Their claims to only be after here would be remembered false as well. When knights such as Droch and Majestic would be burned into memory for their whippings. Molly would hold her fellow family members braveness through it all. Their each standing up bravely to the scum who would force a confession of no truth to it.

The Irish were stronger than the idiots would give them credit for. In the battle with poisonous gases used against them Molly remembered being almost the last to fall. She an Irish born woman stood to the bitter end, and only Kraft Hatzfeldt survived her strength. A Saxon, so the claims of these idiots that the Irish had no strength were proven when this Irish and Saxon would finally succumb.

Molly falling victim to the obnoxious rulers Dietrich den Uxi's own protector holding her into the earth as she had lost consciousness. Now the battel replayed in Molly's head. The pride with in her to know early on she hit Dietrich with a long range arrow. The blood coming out was unmistakable to the moment. Only she wouldn't find out where she hit him, or if the blood was hers.

This subtle joy is what Molly would think of though as she lay chained down. The chains pressinging into her throat as she lay victimized. She would remember one of the people who beat her while in prison though. In the last eighteen days she would remember the disgusting appearance of Boethos dragging her defenseless, with out armor or clothes, even a weapon to a ring. He would practice his false habits of war upon her weak and defenseless frame.

What would come would be worst of all. Unable to defend herself the visits would begin. Men would come in the night buying off the guards, even at times the guards would join, and they would begin raping her violently. Reminding Molly of this horrible time in history forever. It is rumored around the pit now of the occurrences that would happen and done to Molly. As guards would stand above and brag of their deeds to the green witch.

Still with sections of her flesh that had been slices opened and held loosely together with metal pins. The repeated floggings continue every day, and they would even hang her with the chains, and make her remain this way. Permanent marks will for ever show in her body. As if she was a long time war veteran. Honestly this was only her third fight ever.

When the guards were busy with the new overly defeated Saxons. Molly heard numbers of 125 to 4. Such pride I am sure these murderers will gloat over for eternity. Well while they were distracted. Molly pushed her bloody body over towards the barred top of the pit. She looked to her knights, unaware of her blood dripping on them below.

"Let them destroy me. Save Ireland! Please please get out of here, and save Ireland. Do not let them take her from the family."

This would be all Molly would get said before the sound of her chains lifting marked the moment when she would be jerked across the floor away from speaking to her knights. She was still weakly speaking through her swollen face. "I love you." To them all.

One day turned into 18 days of torture. Each day he could hear the screams and beatings of his Banrion and of his brother Droch. He slowly crawled over to Droch tended his wounds to the best of his ability without bandages and water. But he tore a strip off of his shirt and wrapped it around his head. This would do for now he thought. He knew Molly would not give in she was much stronger than they thought she would be. They thought that she would quickly give in just like the rest of her family. They were strong as a family but one thing they knew that there is more to come and hell will come upon them. He refused to give in or take anything from them. He rather die than giving in that was not the Irish way. The only thing he could do was to reflect the bible that he was taught by his mother before her death. He knew what the bible says that we are not to judge anyone only the LORD is the one to judge people. That is what they are doing judging us thinking that they are the Lord. He knelt down away from the enemy and prayed to the Lord for strength for his family especially Molly.

Our Father in Heaven,

Here we are in prison by our enemy. As you can see they are judging us trying to force us to submit. As the bible states we are not to judge anyone but only you Father. Give us strength to get through this all Father and give strength to the rest of the family that is not with us. Only you can help us defeat the evil that we are seeing today and the last 18 days. Give strength especially Molly whom is being tortured the most and protect her like you would protect your child. In the presence of your son, Amen.

He kept his head down eyes closed praying silently.

After countless days that remained stuck inside these four walls, so cold and bitter, but he was not alone not in his heart for he was taking this amicably, for he was taking every beating and every snide remark from the captors as warmth that only reminded him of home.Many times he had slumped against his chains, and had gotten used to the now daily routine of beatings, and had grown acustomed to it, although he didnt share a worse a fate as his queen, doesnt mean it didnt hurt any less. Many nights he had lay there amoungst the rats and roaches, and spent his time either thinking of home and his brothers and sisters, or he would go mad, listening to the screams and pleas for help from others.
Maj a fellow irishman had aided him with a wound to his face on a day he couldnt quite count, but as the rough bandage was applied, he had stared into the mans eyes and smiled gently, such kind a regard for his fellow man would not go unpaid.
Having not the want or need for words, he hadnt spoken for days as was unlikely to even now.

Guards come here, no more ink or any paper to any Irish prisoner anymore and shut the windows they have hawks.

Prisoners are under restriction from this minute no more writing allowed to them at all.
And separate them from each other so they wouldn't be able to talk.

Klasikas Kobrietis

Kazimierz nodded to his King and then immediatelly prepared a letter.

QUOTE:
His Majesty, Klasikas Kobrietis, Mighty Duke of Lithuania
I wish to introduce myself as an advisor of Polish King. I am Kazimierz from Wisniowiec and my coat of arms is Wallcreeper. I write on behalf of Wladyslaw Leszczynski, King of Poland and Council of Polish Nobles.
It is my grandest joy to have an opportunity to celebrate our great consecutive vistories together. It is a great honour to stand amongst Lithuanian nobles in summit of power. Your Highness, We have prepared a gift for Your Mightiness, so We hereby invite Your Majesty to our royal tent. It is advisable for Your Greatness to just announce His apperance.

With utmost respect,
Kazimierz Wisniowiecki
King's advisor

Then he returned to talk with his guardsmen, who complain about magical attempts of witchcraft and seductive enchantments. They told him some rumor which describes a woman dancing naked in the guarded tent with captives, cutting off her bright red pubic hair, wearing defiant leather suit and making ritual orgies with her own captured companions. He didnt believe it could be Molly herself, because as he had seen, she was kept in a guarded tent with proper (but not deserved) respect, and she had spoken about her alleged virtue and piety so many times.

Dear Kazimierz Wisniowie

It is a great honor for me , so I will accept a gift and I will come to the tent this evening.

Yours always Klasikas Kobrietis

Closed until clean up.