Writing Prompts stuff

Stagnated Change against a Gentlewoman.

"Throw her in the cells! Goblin scum like her should be dead, so she's lucky we're so nice, isn't that right?!" The guard kicks the goblin woman with all of his might in her stomach as he drags her to the dank cells of the prison. 

"Careful, sir. No man gets to be that rough with me. Only girls are... My apologies if you are one, though. That kick definitely felt like a girl's." The goblin smarmily responds. She's been in this situation before, and gets some enjoyment out of playing with prison guards.

"One more word out of your mouth and you won't open it up again! Now get the hells in before I rip your arm off!" The guard throws the goblin into the cell. Around the goblin lies pure, gray concrete that seems to have not been cleaned in several years. Moss lines the walls of the area, most likely contributing to the humidity of the air present inside. The only ventilation is a petite window, too high for any but a Goliath to reach, especially not a goblin. A second prisoner already inhabits the cell; a male orc with scars lining his body in every area. He dons no clothes, allowing all to see his... "glory". Strangely enough, however, he doesn't seem to care... or take notice of his new roommate.

The guard slams the door behind him, a loud clank as the metal bends against itself. From beyond the door, the goblin hears the guard's yells. "Alright, hussy! Wait there, don't move!" His footsteps are heard as he treads away.

The goblin, unfazed, looks towards the nude orc. He seems completely disillusioned from reality, staring straight into the wall.

"Good day, sir." The goblin says, glee in her voice. "It seems I have a roommate this time. Go on, your name?"

The orc doesn't respond. He stays still, staring towards the wall.

"...Ahem, sir?" The goblin goes to poke him. Still no response. As before, the orc stares into the wall, with seemingly not a thought going through his mind. "...Shite, that godsdamned queen. Using those mind-numbing magics, as normal. Gods, I've never done this before."

The door slams open, three guards in tow. "Grab the goblin, men!" The two who were silent firmly grab the goblin by her arms, allowing no chance of her escape. "Alright, Alexandria Ordresael, is it again?"

The goblin gets a smirk upon her face. "Oh, you remember my name. I'm flattered. Buy me something too next time." This only makes the guard slightly annoyed with her ramblings.

"There won't be a next time. We've got a special batch for you, hear? Can't say I'm not impressed with your tricks, but if you escape this time, it's my head that'll be on the queen's platter." 

"Oh, well then. My apologies, and I hope you taste good."

Without another word, the guard pulls out a piece of paper. The words upon it tell the user how to perform the "Grastolsa Numbing Spell v5", a trick used to pacify prisoners by making their mind entirely numb from thoughts. Unlike most other prisoners, Alexandria Ordresael the Gentlewomanly Goblin has been able to resist it's effects due to unknown methods. 

As the guard reads the spell, Alexandria can feel her mind becoming more and more numb by the second. Memories of her family, of her friends, of even her villains begin fading away into nothing but a blur. She can't even start to say a sassy remark to the guards. The main guard finishes reading the spell and breathes a sigh of relief. The two guards begin to squeeze her face, to which Alexandria gives no reaction. 

"Thank the gods, it worked. Alright, you can play with her later. Get back to work, you two." The main guard sighs. Once Alexandria is released, she immediately falls to the ground. The two guard look at her longingly. 

One guard speaks up. "Gods, I've always wanted a goblin. Think they'll let 'er be my wife? Not like she'll be good for anyone else."

"Go for it." The other guard responds. "She is cute. Though I think there will be competition."

"...Hey, you e'er thought that this... might be a bit messed up? I mean, she can't think for herself..."

"They're criminal scum. She's probably done this to other people."

"Aye, but... You're right." The two guards walk away, questioning the morals of the spell itself in silence. As they walk away, Alexandria begins to make the excruciating journey of returning to her feet in her feeble state. 

"Gods..." She says to herself. "This... Is... stronger..." She reaches into the depths of her clothes and pulls out a syringe, one that has been seemingly used many times before. "Al... right..." She stabs herself in her breast with the syringe as it begins extracting a bright yellow and blue fluid. Life immediately returns to Alexandria's eyes and she inhales deeply. "By the gods, they weren't lying, it was stronger. Almost worked. Any of the usual side effects they put in there? Nope, everything seems the same. Well..." She turns to the orc, under the same spell, who yet still stares at the wall. "Farewell, my short-known friend. Enjoy your wall-staring."

Walking out of the cell, she hides behind many an object in the derelict prison. A chair with two legs broken off, a desk with all sorts of liquids covering it and the bottom half of a door were the newly broken objects since her last imprisonment. Spotting one of the two guards from earlier alone, she sneaks to his behind and listens as he speaks to none in particular.

"...Like, I know it's wrong, but... I just want to stick it in her... especially once we get her some bigger-"Alexandria coughs behind the guard, alerting him to her position.

"Wh- shite, she-" before he can speak another word, Alexandria stabs his chest with the full syringe. In an instant, the guard receives the effects of the spell intended for her and falls to the ground. "Well, maybe I'll have your bosom someday, if the effects of the one intended for damsels would work on you, sir." She chuckles to herself slightly as she examines the area for an escape. 

Many of her prior successes' routes have been covered, but she quickly spots a new one. Similar to many other things lying in the prison, the walls themselves aren't taken care of. A wall close by looks weak, so Alexandria kicks it with her might. With a loud crash, the wall crumbles, allowing a hidden escape route. As she runs through the walls, she hears many a guard yell. "She hasn't escaped again?!" "Gods, not Persalleux!"

Reaching the entrance to the sewers, she escapes with her usual exit into the main town. All this time, yet they've never assigned a guard the sewers. Fools. As she escapes the cramped, moist alleyway she always exits in, the beaming sun of Grastolsa hits her face. Around her does music permeate the bustling city, filled with many a familiar face, as always. "As always." Alexandria, thinks. "As godsdamned always."

Grastolsa is a city not known for it's history, but rather the opposite: it's stagnation. For hundreds of years, the city has stayed the exact same, with the same monarchy, residents and shops. Even the weather patterns are said to be the same, though none have confirmed this. To many, this is seen as normality, but to some, such as Alexandria, it is nothing but a curse. To they, the stagnation is nothing but a curse inhibiting what it means to truly be of man. For Alexandria, all she would wish to do is to become a bard, known across the world, yet Grastolsa traps her, forcing her to be a beggar, surviving off of donations alone.

To spite this, she became a thief, wearing only clothes befitting of the queen's servants themselves. With some wit alongside her, she was able to cause unrest within the city for many years, threatening the sanctity of Grastolsa's tradition itself. This was only possible by exploiting the stagnation itself, however, as only minor improvements could ever be made, so with simple knowledge on how the city's systems themselves worked, she was able to bend them to her own will, the most notable being the ability to resist the famous numbing spell of the city.

As the yearly autumn wind blew upon the streets, a flyer fell next to the one-again-free goblin. She carefully lifted it to read herself. "Alexandria Ordresael, a goblin with long, white hair and dark emerald eyes. Is often seen donning a blue coat befitting of Queen Erisale herself. Wanted alive... Ah, they changed it. They really want to bang me, huh? Oh, yes, my manners. I shouldn't say that out loud..." Her eyes squint as she notices words below her picture, a very rare sight. "Breast size: DD, if you catch her, you can be her wife, General Tyef... Bastards. And here I thought the coat hid that." In a small fit of anger as her decency was disrespected, she tore the paper into many small shreds. "Well, I must figure out what my next move must be."