Sluggodile
amorphous and from selazaar
Black Lightning Grepher
Dai's bleary eyes forced themselves open- a motion made nigh impossible by the crust on his eyes. Forcing his eyes to cooperate, he blinked as many times as he needed to clear his eyes of the obstacle. Thankfully, it took him no more than a minute to finish the task. Stretching his arms to the sky, and loosening his absurdly tight muscles which'd all but locked him into the sitting position that he'd forced himself into last night, he prepared to leave the dank, smelly alleyway that he'd slept in last night. Why? Simple. He had no money to pay for his rest last night, and since Erikur retired early (thankfully he'd paid for Dai's meal) he was forced to find... other accommodations. It wasn't as if he cared. He'd spent many a night standing, and since he rarely took off his armor, he was used to absurd stiffness. He always fought stiff, despite the idiocy attached to such a thing, because there wasn't a way he could fight loose. He'd even altered his style to fit it, despite the pain attributed to it.
However, when the first scream reached his ears, he knew his pain compared not to the pain that was being administered to the scream's owner. After a few minutes more of stretching, another scream reached his ears. It appeared someone was being tortured. Possibly even publicly. Good. Those screams would most likely lead him close to the castle. That, coupled with his good sense of direction would hopefully lead him to where he needed to be: at the Queen's castle. Nodding to himself, he stood, his armor clanking obtusely against itself, waking a nearby homeless man, who grunted at Dai in an intelligible language something that was most likely an obscenity. Unimportant. As his grey eyes scanned the morning sky for the familiar spires of a castle, he quickly recognized it as the same direction from which the screams were from. "Convenient." He grunted. Turning to face the homeless man, he apologized and thanked him for his company, before turning and disappearing into the inner throes of the city.
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It didn't take Dai long to reach the cowering crowd of people who either watched in horror at the brutality of the torture going on before them, or turned away as to not have the image of men being crippled being burned into their skulls. At first, he was surprised to see how many people were here, but after a few moments of trying to move the people aside to get closer to the horrific action, he realized the two men being flayed were apparently attempted rapists. Oh well. Not his problem, and not his business. He may have been a knight, but others' rights and wrongs didn't really matter to him, unless it mattered to his master, and of course as a wandering blade he had no master. Even still, he couldn't help but feel in the deepest part of himself a sense of disgust towards the men, though that same part wondered if this form of punishment was right. Another part wondered if it was enough.
After a few short moments of shoving, and getting plenty of angry looks and angry words directed towards him, he made it to the front of the crowd, standing as close as the rest of the people around him dared to. It was then he finally got a good look at the scene, and even a hardened knight such as himself had a hard time fully stomaching what he was seeing. Those men-- though in this instance they seemed more like beasts-- tied in a manner that made their backs prime targets were howling like wolves do to the moon, with enough blood running down their backs to dye an ocean red. Their faces should've been red with strain from how much they screamed, but they were blanched-- the cause obvious enough-- with sweat streaming down their faces in rivers. They would most likely barely survive this encounter. A normal man wouldn't.
And a normal man couldn't wield that whip, either, Dai thought as his eyes drifted past the men and to the weapon causing them such agony. This whip was unlike any he'd seen before. It was large-- almost comically so-- with rope as thick around as his wrist, and with leather so tightly bound and brown that it looked like the skin of a horse in its prime-- strained to the point of breaking thanks to the burgeoning muscle underneath. The heads were the worst part. Roses of steel, whose colour shone bright as the moon at first, but then as beautiful as a rose when the job was finished. Whomever had such a weapon designed was a savant of torture. In a sick way, its design was awe-inspiring to Dai, but he mostly found its design disturbing. He also found the ogre wielding it disturbing.
Dai was unsure if the man wielding the whip truly was an ogre, but his size was too humongous to be human. He easily stood two heads taller than himself when on the tips of his armor's toes, and he was twice as wide. Whilst Dai was built to be quick and efficient in battle-- one of the front line men, if you would, though with more bulk to him than what met the eye-- this beast was built to sack castles. He seemed to be much less a man, and more so a force of nature. While Dai was formidable in his own right, this man was so physically intimidated that, if it weren't for Dai's not fully stable mind, even he'd be intimidated by him. Even so, Dai did not feel a hint of intimidation from him. He'd long since learned that appearances meant nothing. After all, the only thing that truly mattered was how he handled a blade.
Even so, by his own logic, he still should've had some fear for Asavar. The way that man so gracefully swung his whip would make the hardest of knights buckle. Of course, Dai did not. Asavar was not his enemy. In fact, one day they may even be allies, should his trek have been worth it. After all, he was not here to free these despicable men, whose punishment was well deserved.
He was here to speak with the Queen.
@Veyd Sahvoz (Mentioned) @Cosmo
Dai's bleary eyes forced themselves open- a motion made nigh impossible by the crust on his eyes. Forcing his eyes to cooperate, he blinked as many times as he needed to clear his eyes of the obstacle. Thankfully, it took him no more than a minute to finish the task. Stretching his arms to the sky, and loosening his absurdly tight muscles which'd all but locked him into the sitting position that he'd forced himself into last night, he prepared to leave the dank, smelly alleyway that he'd slept in last night. Why? Simple. He had no money to pay for his rest last night, and since Erikur retired early (thankfully he'd paid for Dai's meal) he was forced to find... other accommodations. It wasn't as if he cared. He'd spent many a night standing, and since he rarely took off his armor, he was used to absurd stiffness. He always fought stiff, despite the idiocy attached to such a thing, because there wasn't a way he could fight loose. He'd even altered his style to fit it, despite the pain attributed to it.
However, when the first scream reached his ears, he knew his pain compared not to the pain that was being administered to the scream's owner. After a few minutes more of stretching, another scream reached his ears. It appeared someone was being tortured. Possibly even publicly. Good. Those screams would most likely lead him close to the castle. That, coupled with his good sense of direction would hopefully lead him to where he needed to be: at the Queen's castle. Nodding to himself, he stood, his armor clanking obtusely against itself, waking a nearby homeless man, who grunted at Dai in an intelligible language something that was most likely an obscenity. Unimportant. As his grey eyes scanned the morning sky for the familiar spires of a castle, he quickly recognized it as the same direction from which the screams were from. "Convenient." He grunted. Turning to face the homeless man, he apologized and thanked him for his company, before turning and disappearing into the inner throes of the city.
- - - - - -
It didn't take Dai long to reach the cowering crowd of people who either watched in horror at the brutality of the torture going on before them, or turned away as to not have the image of men being crippled being burned into their skulls. At first, he was surprised to see how many people were here, but after a few moments of trying to move the people aside to get closer to the horrific action, he realized the two men being flayed were apparently attempted rapists. Oh well. Not his problem, and not his business. He may have been a knight, but others' rights and wrongs didn't really matter to him, unless it mattered to his master, and of course as a wandering blade he had no master. Even still, he couldn't help but feel in the deepest part of himself a sense of disgust towards the men, though that same part wondered if this form of punishment was right. Another part wondered if it was enough.
After a few short moments of shoving, and getting plenty of angry looks and angry words directed towards him, he made it to the front of the crowd, standing as close as the rest of the people around him dared to. It was then he finally got a good look at the scene, and even a hardened knight such as himself had a hard time fully stomaching what he was seeing. Those men-- though in this instance they seemed more like beasts-- tied in a manner that made their backs prime targets were howling like wolves do to the moon, with enough blood running down their backs to dye an ocean red. Their faces should've been red with strain from how much they screamed, but they were blanched-- the cause obvious enough-- with sweat streaming down their faces in rivers. They would most likely barely survive this encounter. A normal man wouldn't.
And a normal man couldn't wield that whip, either, Dai thought as his eyes drifted past the men and to the weapon causing them such agony. This whip was unlike any he'd seen before. It was large-- almost comically so-- with rope as thick around as his wrist, and with leather so tightly bound and brown that it looked like the skin of a horse in its prime-- strained to the point of breaking thanks to the burgeoning muscle underneath. The heads were the worst part. Roses of steel, whose colour shone bright as the moon at first, but then as beautiful as a rose when the job was finished. Whomever had such a weapon designed was a savant of torture. In a sick way, its design was awe-inspiring to Dai, but he mostly found its design disturbing. He also found the ogre wielding it disturbing.
Dai was unsure if the man wielding the whip truly was an ogre, but his size was too humongous to be human. He easily stood two heads taller than himself when on the tips of his armor's toes, and he was twice as wide. Whilst Dai was built to be quick and efficient in battle-- one of the front line men, if you would, though with more bulk to him than what met the eye-- this beast was built to sack castles. He seemed to be much less a man, and more so a force of nature. While Dai was formidable in his own right, this man was so physically intimidated that, if it weren't for Dai's not fully stable mind, even he'd be intimidated by him. Even so, Dai did not feel a hint of intimidation from him. He'd long since learned that appearances meant nothing. After all, the only thing that truly mattered was how he handled a blade.
Even so, by his own logic, he still should've had some fear for Asavar. The way that man so gracefully swung his whip would make the hardest of knights buckle. Of course, Dai did not. Asavar was not his enemy. In fact, one day they may even be allies, should his trek have been worth it. After all, he was not here to free these despicable men, whose punishment was well deserved.
He was here to speak with the Queen.
@Veyd Sahvoz (Mentioned) @Cosmo