torture

"What is the first to break?" A sharp pain struck through Alistair's back as he blocked out the monologue from the man who stood over him. He wasn't even sure why the so-called priest was still at it, as Alistair had gone numb to the physical blows weeks ago. "Is the body, or the mind?"...

A sharp light forced Alistair from unconsciousness as he painfully cracked one open. Wait? Light, how was he seeing? Oh, he wasn't. He had forgotten where he was for just the shortest moment. The light had come from the magical energy powering his chains. He had been entirely cut off from his...

He marked the passage of time by the growing length of his hair. Once it was short. Now, after considerable time, the ends of his blondes locks touched his shoulders. And in this time so recorded by the lengthening of his hair he endured unending agony. Zael Castomir had awoke in this place...

Ania Aila stood quietly outside the Manor of Boris Theran, a minor Noble of the House of Theran. Besides her was a Dreadlord, someone she had no memory of meeting but had haunted her mind before. She did not know this of course, and the half-elf chalked up the sense of unease she felt about...