Indirik Family/Dimian/Torture

Roleplay from Dimian Indirik

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Dimian regained consciousness slowly. The pain that coursed throughout his body was excruciating. He wanted to embrace the comforting oblivion of unconsciousness, but the pain wouldn't let him. Slowly light began to coalesce out of the blackness. Awareness of the world around him brought renewed awareness of his body, and the intensification of the omnipresent pain. There was someone there with him. A face slowly solidified out of the blur of returning reality. It was Dietrich, the Captain of his guard unit. Behind Dietrich he could see the ruins of the inside of a farmer's primitive hovel. "m'Lord, it is good to see you back among us. We were worried that you wouldn't make it. The abominations that dumped you outside this hovel were none too gentle." Dimian tried to remember what had happened, or where he was, or anything at all all, really. All he could remember was the endless pain. How many times was it? Three? Four? After the second or third time, it didn't really matter. The endless pain blurred it all together into an eternal hell. "... D- Dietrich... where am I...??" "We are still in Avengmil, m'Lord. It's been seven days since the battle when the daimons took you. We tried to stop them. Fat lot of good that did. They killed almost everyone. The healer managed to patch up some of us. Actually, he did pretty damn good. A full score of us made it, although four of them have disappeared since then. That means a full thirty men died in that hell they called a battle." "A...week? They had me...for a week?" "Aye, m'Lord. A full seven days. Your Highness, I... I hate to bring this up so soon, but it's the troops, you see. It's been eight days now since last I could pay them, and the daimons stole the strongbox. We don't have enough gold left to pay them. I don't suppose you happen to have any hidden away, do you?" "No..." Dietrich sighed and shook his head. "I don't know how much longer I can keep the men together without some gold to pay them. I snuck a few coins to the healer, and told him to keep his mouth shut about it. If the men found out he had a few gold on him, they'd probably knife him in his sleep." The exertion of the return to activity, combined with the desperation of his situation was too much. Blackness returned. But not the comforting blackness of oblivion. This blackness was filled with the returning memories of pain, of the twisted fulfillment of Prudent's mocking promises of a "Royal treatment". But somewhere in the depths of his mind, way deep down inside, thoughts of revenge began to form and give him some small measure of cold comfort, and the strength to endure...

Dimian Indirik (King of Kingdom of Alluran)