POV: Arthur
A cold gust of wind brushed against my face, stirring awake. I found myself chained to a wall in a damp cell, with nothing but so old rags to cover . The chains were attached to my wrist, keeping several feet above the ground. I couldnt help but muse that if it werent for my passive skills, I would be in a significant amount of pain right now. Thankfully, I was spared from it. At this point, I didnt even rember what pain felt like anymore. The very idea of pain had beco foreign.
My train of thought shifted as I tried to rember what had landed within my current situation.
Ah, right! The stranger that had entered the cavern right as I was about to leave it with the orb. An unfortunate train of events, that Still, there was so hope left. I was still alive, for one. That ant that whoever had locked up here still needed for sothing, which ant that I had leverage, however little, to hold over that person.
Unfortunately, it wasnt looking like that stranger had any plans to visit anyti soon, so I resigned myself to other things. Inspecting my environnt, for one. The cell I had been given had no windows or distinguishable features. Instead, it had smooth walls of unknown making and a single door at the other end of the room. The door had a latch to look through, but it was closed.
Well, since these strangers had deigned to lock up unjustly, I decided I deserved a few tries at testing their security. When I tried to activate my skills, however, sothing happened. The chains attached to my wrist started coursing with blue lightning the mont I moved my mana, sending their electric current into my body and making spasm involuntarily. Out of shock, I stopped moving my mana and watched the current abate, before waiting for my passive skills to heal back to health.
Whew. That was a close one I think. I muttered to myself, not quite sure as to how to feel about the situation. I an, sure, that lightning posed a threat. But my mana itself hadnt actually been disrupted at all.
For the next half-hour, I continued testing the chains limits, in search of any more serious asures. Luckily, nothing happened. Apart from the lightning intensifying when I used more mana, everything else worked perfectly. Did these fools not think far enough ahead to keep people with pain tolerance chained up? I almost felt slighted, to be imprisoned by such idiots
For a mont, I considered trying to escape right away, but I abandoned that line of thought. Lack of patience was what had gotten caught in the first place, and it paid to be well aware of the situation before trying anything drastic. Furthermore, even if I could break these chains, that didnt an that I could get out of this cell, let alone whatever lay beyond it. No, I decided to wait for the perfect opportunity instead. That was the plan, for now.
I didnt have much more ti to myself, because a little while later I finally had a visitor. My cell door opened with the rough sound of grinding stone and a suit of armor stepped inside. Presumably, soone was occupying the suit, but I didnt dare make assumptions anymore at this point.
Necromancer Arthur? an elderly, female voice asked. The voice originate from the armor, so that answered my earlier question. Wait a minute That armor reminded of sothing Its white coloration obviously reminded of the church, but the actual shape of the armor was nearly identical to the suit that Doran, my paladin ntor, always wore! This guy was a paladin Great. Just what I needed.
Not a necromancer but that is my na, aye. I responded listlessly, sensing where this was going.
With a gruff hmmphh, the older paladin waved her hands, making the chains attached to my wrists disappear, but leaving the actual wristbands themselves. I fell to the floor beneath and collapsed in a heap, not willing to let on how effective my healing was.
The older woman picked up like a sack of potatoes and slung over her shoulder, before leaving my cell behind.
Lets talk while we walk, shall we? Whats your na? I attempted, half in jest. When I didnt get a response after a few seconds, I gave it a second try.
You already know mine, of course. I assure you, sir, that this is all just a big misunderstanding. While my affinity is dark, yes, I dont actually have any insanity skills, as theyre called. Cant you just do a forced appraisal?
Quiet, prisoner. Was all she deigned to reply, unfortunately.
I tried to pick up as much of my surroundings as I could, but didnt find anything worthwhile. All I saw was cell after cell, without pause. Eventually, though, we reached the sole room in the building that wasnt another cell. The paladin brought inside and threw on top of a wooden board of so kind, where he waved his hands again and created straps out of nothing. They attached themselves to my wristbands, keeping tied to, what I was now realizing was a torturing device of so kind.
A second paladin entered the room, though he wore no helt. A young man with golden, flowing locks poked through the armor, wearing a gleeful grin. He tried to approach the table I was strapped to, but the older paladin held out a hand and stopped him.
Wheres the inquisitor? she asked sharply.
An ergency at a small church nearby, captain. He told to get started with this ones interrogation while he dealt with the situation on the surface. The young man replied pointedly, holding the older womans stare.
After a tense mont, the captain decided to let the matter go and left the room, closing in with this new fellow. Ergency at a small church Wait a minute Surely Eri hadnt!
As this frightening train of thought threatened to take over my mind, I felt a cold sensation near my stomach. I looked down and found the young paladin drawing a surgical knife down my chest, cutting deep enough to tear it open. He stared at with a wide grin, all the while, expecting a scream of pain, I suppose. For a mont, I considered indulging him and acting like I could feel the pain he was trying to inflict, but thought better of it. Indulging this maniac would only bring grief.
Tell your secrets, foul creature! Before I cut you into pieces! I can heal you over and over, so dont think an end to your pain will co without my say-so! he threatened gleefully.
When my only response was a pair of raised eyebrows, he grew infuriated and beca red in the face, before resuming his activities.
Wow, your technique is awful I couldnt help but mutter, before I shut my mouth. Thankfully, he didnt seem to hear, because he was too busy trying different body parts to solicit a more extre reaction.
After a while, he was just stabbing and cutting whatever he could get his hands on, breathing heavily from the exertion.
Your tier isnt too high huh, bud? I suddenly realised. If he was already tired after just a little botched torture.
Dont act like you cant feel this, dirty animal! Ill make you squeal like a pig before Im through with you! he declared, pulling a bigger dagger out of his back pocket and aiming right for my sensitive parts.
Again, he only got an unimpressed stare from , instead of a scream. Those only took seconds to regenerate, after all.
In fact, it was only now that my handout rags had been torn to shreds that my body finally beca visible. Apart from a little blood, it was spotless.
You my torturer began, eyes wide.
Heal? Yeah, I do. Not bad, huh?
His eyes beca bloodshot, his golden locks already painted with my blood. It made for quite a sight, to be honest. It beca even worse when his temper tantrum was replaced by a cruel form of confidence.
He slowly turned to , staring in the eyes. I wonder if youll heal when I cut off your head?
I gulped, not sure either. Step by step, he approached , bringing his dagger to bear. He held it over my throat, while I prepared to create a burst of mana and apparate right before he reached . I didnt want to try escaping this early, but if I had to
Just when the maniac was about to force into a disadvantageous situation, the door opened and the older paladin stepped in, followed by the man I recognized as the one who had knocked out.
I realised both and my torturer were holding our breaths when the paladin captain drew her sword.
Granius. Out. was all she said, but it was enough to make the maniac shiver in fear and leave with his proverbial tail between his legs. His captain followed suit, leaving alone with the mysterious stranger that had captured by knocking out sohow.
He circled the wooden table I remained strapped to like a predator, inspecting with hawk-like eyes.
Finally awake, are you? I see that a dissenting subordinate has already gotten ahead of himself. At least he did a good job healing you back up. That will make this much easier
Fuck. This guy was at least tier 5, if not tier 6. Escaping from him would be difficult, if not impossible. Welp. Desperate tis called for desperate asures.
Uh, sir. I would like to introduce myself. I am Arthur, one of the most recent victors of Roas royal tournant! Please bring any issues you might have with up with my country. Specifically, my uncle, the head of Roas royal guard.
Fuck it. If justice couldnt get out of prison, nepotism surely could.
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