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Being Awesome.. time after time
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Second Hand (Unfortunately)
A walking cane
380 Bolts
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Ophelia
Aug 2, 2018 22:02:16 GMT -5
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Jul 25, 2018 11:48:40 GMT -5
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Post by Stephanos Nyler on Jul 29, 2018 20:38:54 GMT -5
(Takes 6 months after Stephanos' capture. Dungeon post. Trigger warning)
He didn't know how long he had been here. His mind had been completely wiped away from anything that he could remember whenever it came to time. It was hard for him to keep track, after all, being down here in the dark, time just seems to float away. You begin not to care about things, not worry about people other than the fact that you need to survive. It was something that he needed to think of, especially because he was down here. Unknown to him, it had been six months since his capture.. Six months of torturing and questioning.. Six months of lying and denying. He was worn down, tired from everything he had to deal with. The man was starving, wishing for some food that would ease the pain in his stomach. In his mind, he sworn that he had gone delusional, that he himself could not even trust his mind on what was happening. How was this happening? One would easily thought that someone, just someone, would go and look for him after he had not been around for a while. It was something that he had hoped for but now, his hope rested lightly on a frayed string. He was chained up against the wall, with no company but the wills of his mind playing tricks on him. That was all he had. Even the King himself had decided to leave him to himself, to allow him to rot with no company to keep him busy. It was a shame really, for the man could have easily done away with someone to talk to. Even if it was a pile of bones. At least it was someone.
Well, someone who he could have easily imagined was there.
As he rested there, his body against the floor and head tilted down towards the ground, eyes closed as he tried to relax himself a bit, trying to take away the tiredness that crept within his eyes. He needed the sleep, a good sleep, just as much as he needed food. To be honest, Stephanos could use everything he possibly could in order to keep himself on track. Taking in a deep breath inwards, he was about ready to doze off when suddenly, he heard something that he had been waiting for. There were footsteps coming towards the cell, towards the door that kept him in this damned place. Yet, he knew what these footsteps were. They were not something that he wanted at all. No, it only meant that he would have to deal with it all over again - deal with the pain that he constantly felt on a daily basis. The torture that was inflicted on him on a daily basis. He would have to deal with all of it, all over again. With a shiver running down his spine, he opened his eyes and looked up, just when the door had opened. There were his cyborgs, the King's cyborgs, staring down at him with those horrible eyes. Instead of showing fear towards them, after all, fear was such a weak response, Stephanos offered them a smile, his eyes looking at each of them, taking them all in. It was then, one his eyes landed on the one who always seemed to be around him, that he allowed a chuckle to escape him, rolling back his shoulders as best as he could.
"Hello, my friends. It is so good to see you again." His eyes glanced them over once more, before landing on the more familiar looking one. "So, what are the plans for today? Do tell me that we are not doing the same as what we did yesterday. I am getting so bored of it." It probably wasn't the best to encourage them, knowing that it was something that they probably wouldn't have been happy with. So while he was unlocked from his chains, he had decided to take a chance and at least try his best in order to escape. Dodging when then tried to grab at him, he moved out of their way as soon as they tried to grab them. Dodging and side sweeping, the man moved as quickly as he could, heading straight towards the dungeon door. He was almost there when one of the cyborgs had decided to stop in front of the door. Skidding to a stop, he looked at him, and backed away, trying to escape his grasp but it was too late. By the time he was moving away, the man was smacked across the face with a solid object. He flew backwards with the amount of force that has occurred and hit the solid wall that was being him. A groan escaped his lips as he slid down the wall, blood coming from his head. He could feel his head getting light headed as he sat there, slunked against the ground. The last thing he saw was the cyborgs surrounding him, ready to take him to where they wanted to it. It was then that everything went black.
He had fainted.
When he had awaken, his eyes looked around the familiar room that he could remember by memory. Such a painful memory it was as well. A moan escaped his lips, trying to bring his hand up towards the area where he had hit his head yet his hands were chained to that old familiar wooden table. It was his turn to feel the pain that he was often used to. It was there turn to play their games with him. Inhaling deeply, he took in the stale air around him, nearly choking on it due to how disgusting it was. He didn't below here at all. No, he deserved to be in a place with clean air. Deserved to be free. Maybe one day, but not at the moment. He had things to deal with. As he laid there, he could hear noises of people tinkering all around him, as though getting ready for what they were going to do. They all had plans with him. Eyes closed once more for a bit, trying to calm the massive headache that had formed in his head. It all needed to go away, go away right now. But it would not end, this pain. No, it would just get worse. With his eyes still closed, the door to the room opened, causing his eyes to flicker open as he listened carefully. He knew who it was but he didn't want to admit. Slowly, he turned his head towards the door, only to see a blurry image watching him. Snorting his annoyance, he turned his attention to look back towards the ceiling before muttering his words to him. "I am surprised that you have not gotten bored with watching this. I would have assumed that after a man tells you that he doesn't know multiple times, you would have given up on him." There was a deep inhale before he continued. "Unless you have something new for me to try. After all, the other devices that you have used against me must bore you to death and, we couldn't have that, now could we?"
William St. Germaine Aztec WC: 1197 |
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All of Khandor
2 Swords
Knives
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"If your goals set you apart from the crowd. Stay alone."
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Human
100 Yrs
Nobility
Widowed
King
Sword/Knives
495 Bolts
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Oct 7, 2018 18:46:32 GMT -5
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Jul 26, 2018 19:24:31 GMT -5
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Post by William St. Germaine on Jul 29, 2018 23:22:14 GMT -5
He normally would not have come down to this godforsaken place. He had no need to be near any of the prisoners or watch their torture. Especially for this particular one. Had anything changed he would have received a report on the matter. So far the man had not broken. A truly impressive feat given the skill of his men. But every now and again his presence was called for. Just to ensure his people were kept on their toes, never allowed to grow slack. Sometimes the king needed to descend his throne and make the rounds. Which landed him in the vile smelling room. It reeked of sweat, blood and fear mixed with despair, than left to rot in the stale oppressive air. It was truly no place for the king of Khandor. But who ever said all of his work was pleasant or lead him to places befitting his lofty status? This particular prisoner had been mentioned to have attempted to make an escape. He stood in the shadows. A silent observer as the man proceeded to make cheeky a cheeky comment towards him. The man had not been completely broken, even after six months. He couldn't help but give an ounce of begrudging respect to the man. His personal guard had been instructed to remain outside. Though they were not far if they were needed. He could feel the wave of tension an uncertainty that ran through those within the room when their prisoner addressed their king in such a manner. One of them reached over and slapped the man across the face. "Treat his Highness with more respect, worm." He hissed. William did nothing to stay the other's hand as he regarded Stephanos Nyler coolly. His eyes were as hard as flint, his face as stern and unreadable as it always was when he faced the Blustauger. There was not an ounce of emotion or reaction to his words. Only a cool reply. "I'd think you would tire spewing the same lies day in an day out." He answered, slowly walking towards the table. "I think you'll find my men have come up with a few new surprises. I wonder if you'll be able to feign ignorance for much longer after today." He held the other's gaze. Cold, unwavering. They would learn where the rebels were hiding, one way or another. [Feel free play the men. And bunny permission given for you as well] 394 Words |
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Being Awesome.. time after time
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Second Hand (Unfortunately)
A walking cane
380 Bolts
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Ophelia
Aug 2, 2018 22:02:16 GMT -5
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Jul 25, 2018 11:48:40 GMT -5
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Post by Stephanos Nyler on Jul 30, 2018 20:48:44 GMT -5
To be honest, Stephanos had no idea why he was here. Yes, he may have looked like his brother but he was nothing like him. His brother was taller and leaner, with shorter hair than himself. It was one of the reasonings why he didn't know the King wanted him. It was all just confusing to him. Plus, then there was the fact that his brother had yet to go out to look for him. Did he honestly think that he was dead? What was the purpose of leaving him rot in an area that he did not belong it. That question and more filled his brain as he laid there, upon the solid table that was his comfort. His mind continued to wander until the fact that he was smacked rather hard on the face for talking to the King in such a matter. A groan of pain escaped him and he could of sworn he tasted iron flavoring in his mouth. Blood.. he was certain about it. "Son of a.." But before he could actually say the last word, his ears picked up the King speaking to him, in that boring tone of his. Turning his eyes in the direction of the voice, he watched the blurry figure, slowly coming into appearance. He could see the ugly face of the King, causing him to scoff a bit, allowing an ugly look to appear upon his face. This was something in which he really did not want to get involved with however, he wanted to talk to him, for some odd reason. Maybe, he must have been bored. "You must be bored for talking to someone like me. Tell me, have you changed your heart about me? Are we really becoming friends?"He was certain that he would be slapped for that comment. "I would be tired of lies if it wasn't for the fact that I wasn't lying. I do not know where the group is and I am not the man who you think I am." The words escaped his lips cooly, eyes just watching him, waiting to see what would happen. There was so much that he would have liked to explain to the man, if only he actually listened to him. That would never happen in his lifetime. "I don't know why you are so deaf to understand me." Of course, he knew that it would have been a waste of time, explaining everything to him. There was no point at all. When it was announced that more would be done towards, more surprises, a sigh escaped his lips as he turned his head away from him, allowing his eyes to look up at the dirty ceiling. He didn't say anything at all, just decided to watch it, watching to see what would happen to him. He knew that these men had a joy for pain and right not, he was the one who they wanted to see cry. It was his brother but he was not going to argue his point. As he looked up at the ceiling, he decided to make his remark, instead of ignoring them completely. Maybe, a little bit of a warning would do. "As much as you enjoy torturing me, I will like to say that you are not going to get anything from me. You will get the same information that I have given you.. nothing. You can do whatever you wish but I promise you, I will not talk." He needed to threaten him, needed to let him know that he was not the type of man to talk. No, he would not let the know where his people were. They were under protection by him.
William St. Germaine Aztecwc:619 |
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All of Khandor
2 Swords
Knives
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"If your goals set you apart from the crowd. Stay alone."
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Human
100 Yrs
Nobility
Widowed
King
Sword/Knives
495 Bolts
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Oct 7, 2018 18:46:32 GMT -5
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Jul 26, 2018 19:24:31 GMT -5
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Post by William St. Germaine on Aug 8, 2018 22:54:22 GMT -5
His smart remark about them becoming friends drew a corner of his mouth into an almost imperceptible smile that would vanish before anyone could ascertain whether or not it had truly existed. Surely that stern expression hadn't changed for a heartbeat. It had never changed before. Why should it now? The comment did earn him another slap. As the prisoner knew it would. Along with more hissing orders to treat the king with respect. That stoic expression didn't change even when the man prattled on, insisting his lies were truth. But no one would believe him. Everyone thought him to be his brother. Even if he wasn't, did it truly matter? He knew where The Left Hand was hiding. That was what King St. Germaine was truly interested in. "I don't really care who you are." William said as he picked up a metal rod that had a wicked point to it. What it was for he had no idea as he absentmindedly inspect it. "We know you are apart of The Left Hand and know where they are hiding. Your name is of little consequence." The guy could be named John for all he cared. What was of value was the location of the rat's nest. His caught rat continued to put on a brave face as the king came closer. Slowly twirling the rod as if it were a sword. His motions were befitting a master of the craft, holding a calculated yet artful air as he toyed with the poker. It looked like a fire poker to him, though far sharper. He would never actually ask what it was, he'd never need to know. Though a childish side of him was curious. But the adult knew better than to ask. Sometimes, remaining in the dark was for the best. He listened as his men shuffled about. Gathering the tools of their trade. "I wonder how brave you'd be if we skinned one of your fellow rats in front of you." The man that had slapped him said, drawing the king's gaze. That wasn't a bad idea. Though they didn't currently have another member of the Left Hand in their cells. But would they have to be a member? These people were soft for any magically inclined being. It seemed the other man had thought the same as another person was hauled into the torture chamber, kicking and screaming as he tried to fight his way to freedom. The king remained silent as the other was strapped to a vertical table within easy view of Stephanos. His face held no expression, his eyes void of any mercy. What would them an do know? Could he stand by and watch another suffer on his account? The tattoo on the man's wrist had clearly marked him as a mage or alchemist. William himself didn't know. He didn't care. The jailer and warden obviously thought him insignificant enough not to alert their highness about him. A lowly bug. But even bugs can serve a purpose. [ Stephanos Nyler] 504 Words |
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