[ooc:] continuance from the Foul vs. Mos/Orb thread[/ooc:]

He blinked, the fog slowly fading from his eyes. His wrists and ankles were sore from some unknown pressure, and as he looked at his surroundings he soon realised the cause.

He found himself staring at a damp dungeon and torture room, his wrists and ankles bound by chains to the walls. Piles of bones were scattered among the floor, and sounds of men in pain resonated from the walls.

Now how did I get here I wonder...

He smiled, the cloud lifting from his memory.

Ahh... yes. The bastard Boreas sent me a summons during our war marches. And then the treachery...

He shivered slightly as the chills of pleasure ran down his body. He had sent his soldiers to follow the orders of the other leaders of his guild, and left with a small encompass'.

The skirmishes had started, and he had led his men on several, and then Boreas had called, a mere 5 moons journey. So he had left his men and began the journey.

All had gone well until the third moon. His encompass' had included none of those he trusted, they were sent to lead him to where he was expected to go, and he knew none.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he further recalled that night. How he had sat at the entrance of his tent, facing the inside; after the nightly meal had been consumed.

Heavy footsteps had approached his back shortly thereafter, and stopped behind him. Blackness soon followed, and he found himself awake here.

How did they keep me passed out for whatever duration of journey. Hmm, no matter. I know who did this to me. Now the question is, who has me...

He laughed aloud and shifted his body weight slightly as footsteps approached the room he was in; soon he would know.

He sighed as two leatherbound women entered the room, their eyes as emotionless as the night sky. Their faces held naught but a faint smile, the women obviously having no emotion for their task at hand.

And why is it that you have me chained to this wall? Do you intend to torture me as you do the others?
Insolent bastard...

He grimaced slightly as a dagger penetrated cleanly through his shoulder, the tip of the blade sticking partially into the block wall, pinning him to it.

You're good.

He nodded his head to the taller of the two women, the one who had put the dagger through him.

You will know what you must when our master decides it's time.
Master? And who is this bastard, the one you call master...

He hand moved faster without a blade in it. He barely recognized the closed fist as it approached his temples, contacting fully. And thus he found himself in the realm of unconsciousness again.

[ooc:]I'm ending this sooner than I expected. However, if others wish to add little commentary (in rp style), or whatnot, I welcome you to. This is the end of this character as far as maxim is concerned.[/ooc:]

The pounding continued incessantly. It awoke him from his slumber of unknown duration. He tried to move his arms and legs, but found them to be nothing but frail joints, depleting of their strength in his comatose imprisonment.

Still the pounding continued, the shockwaves sending chills up and down his spine. He opened his eyes to survey his surroundings, and found himself seeing nothing but shadows in even the most lighted area.

Now what is that sound? Ahh...

He smiled, the sound of crumbling stone filling his ears.

So they were breaking the walls with a battering ram, now where they?

He listened as the footsteps came closer. The creatures were clearly masculine, and their breathing was heavy from exertion.

There he is, get him and bring him out!

Laus grunted softly as a heavy object struck his skull, knocking him into slumber yet again.

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Yeh, eees not awake...

He opened his eyes, the sunlight instantly blinding him as the heavy blows against his chest pulled soft groans from his lips, and the man's speech became more distinct.

Ah! You're awake finally. We thought we would have had to kill you without you knowing it happened.

Don't humor yourself with the notion...

He coughed, the blood from in his lungs quenching the dryness of his mouth.

...you couldn't be so lucky you imp.

He groaned as another heavy blow landed against his chest, his upper body collapsing against the two men that had been holding him.

Bring him over and get him ready

He looked up as he was drug against the dirt, his shadowed vision showing many bodies hanging from their necks. He furrowed his brows as a femine body hung before his clouded vision. It was a body he would know anywhere. He didn't need to see clearly to know her name.

My poor Aurora. You should have fled far away. Instead you stay where they can find you. No matter, I shall see you soon...

He smiled as a rope was tightened against his neck.

And what are you smiling at?
The fate of many impish cowards who are to suffer a fate far worse than what I am about to. You bastards do realise this, yes?

The blood collecting in his mouth fell to the ground as another heavy blow fell across his chest, his body all but collapsing against the arms of the men holding him up.

The heretics that called themselves Boreas, that you aligned yourself to, have all confessed and hung for their crimes against the common folk and for their heresy.

You are charged with leading their heresy, and promoting their wicked ways; causing our gods to become displeased and not look upon our lands and their followers.

We've had no rain, disease has become rampant, and holes are opening within the land. You will be sacrificed to our gods, so that they may take favor upon us again and stop this punishment you have caused.

Have you any final requests?

And what of my captors?
What captors?
Nothing.

He grinned as the rope became taught upon his neck.
Smart girls... so you escaped. Good call...

He closed his eyes as his feet left the air, the rope biting deeper and deeper against his throat. He smiled as breathing slowly became harder, till he could barely breathe at all. He rested his hands against his sides as the darkness reclaimed him yet again.

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The peasants broke out in song and dance as Laustrad's body grew limp. Ale was passed round in plenty as the body was lowered and ropes were attached to each arm and leg.

Let go the horses, and send them to the four corners of the island!

The riders kicked their horses hard, rearing off in their chosen directions as the ropes attached to Laustrad and the horses grew taught.

When the tension had disappeared the riders rode their horses in the direction of the four corners of the island; to deposit the horses and the body parts into the deepest crevasse found there.