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The swing of his heavy iron wrists into ground caused him to buckle after his breath into the sparks. He collapsed heavily onto the ground. Aside that, the Warden had stood up again and wandered into a random cell. His keys falling at Callarns feet. Amazing how obedient someone was after a...

The Warden keeled in immediate agony. Falling over before he could even hear what was being said to him. The demands of Callarn resonated but they wouldn't be processed in his head for a while. Orival felt a shot of the milk in his eyes flicker. This Callarn fellow as well as the Gorgon's...

Orival made no movements when he was clenched by the hand of this newcomer. Not who'd tortured him before, that was for sure. Quite the tongue for one staring down the eyes of a gorgon and a pyromancer. Granted Orival wasn't much a threat at the moment. Still, there was a fine line between...

"O', this lout?" The Warden banged the hilt of his sword against Orival's cell a couple times, rousing nearby inmates as well. "Quiet down ya sorry fuckin' sacks. Ain't no one comin' to yer rescue." He cleared his throat and spat at a huge wad of phlegm on the ground. "This fucker was in the...

Another sound drowned out the sound of the falling and grotesque water that dripped into Orival's consciousness. A sound of flesh crawling, gliding across ground. A new and unknown horror. Perhaps three months prior the pyromancer would have been perturbed. Now that the numbness had settled in...

Drip. His wrists were wore to nearly bone. The Dreadlords had shackles unlike anything he'd seen before. It felt as if he'd been rubbing flesh to rusted iron for years. In truth only three months had passed maximum. Drip. His eyes were milky. Not from blindness but rather utter...

There's no possibility of her being able to know his thoughts. The turmoil his mind underwent to lead him to this point. On top of that, it would hardly be an excuse. It was what it was. If her words were correct, then his thoughts didn't change. He had failed. He attacked the wrong people, due...

An enemy before him that he could not best. Several enemies behind him that his magic may help him defeat. Now beckoned fear. To face Evangeline head on with his back turned to enemies he didn't consider threats, he may be able to barely escape with his life, but he had no bearing on her...

What am I doing. His rage was there. Now it was met with an equal amount of fear and confusion. The true product of the emotionally disturbed. A once wide eyed and benevolent young man turned radical and murderous from his own ineptitude in accepting reality. He led himself back to the same...

Zier's assistance was appreciated, but the Dreadlord wasn't kidding. His whip connected with her newfound armor and ignited it. It did not stop her whatsoever. A clenched fist from inside the flaming circle showed his growing frustration. Orival could not put together what her ability was or how...

Perhaps that's exactly what had become of Orival; a beast. One reveling in the slaughter of its prey and taking no precautions to what could be its own predator. It was to no surprise of his that she avoided the javelin of flame. He dispersed it before it could cause any damage to the forest. As...

Orival was indeed angry, and sad. The entire concept of the Dreadlords made no sense in his eyes. And once they were weaponized they were no longer people to him. Just threats that stood to cause fear in others. He had no choice but to view them as opposition didn't he? Who wouldn't? How could...

It was a weak promise, but a promise nonetheless. Having chosen his words carefully he did not lie to the elf. Orival would not follow these dreadlords any longer. But he would find others. And he would return to these woods when the elf wasn't here to coax him out of it. He was unprepared for...

This elf was in for a rude awakening. As Orival had been when he learned of it all. When he'd returned home and studied all he had. The truth he'd overturned. In reality, this person wasn't his enemy and he didn't want to hurt them for their ignorance. But to think that they would defend their...

Orival rolled his eyes. He knew it wasn't Zier's fault for his ignorance. Life in the wilds must be vastly different. Actually, he knew that far too well. His whole life spent in Shadokien led him to this point. His being sheltered pushed him to these very edges when it all came crashing around...