Arnickles Renodin/Maura/OS November

Roleplay from Rania Eastersand JeVondair

Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela (26 recipients) - 13 days, 4 minutes ago GRAPHIC WARNING: The Torture of Elshon Geg - Priest of Mordok

You are awakened by the sound of footsteps outside your door. Your heart beats faster, you wonder if this is it when through the bars, instead of a torturer, you see a woman. She is cowled and veiled, and the gloom makes it difficult to maker out her features.

"Hello" she says in a melodic voice. As if in answer, Guards open the cell and force you to your feet, brandishing open steel but otherwise making no moves to harm you further. Their peaceful attitude, it seems, hinges upon yours. You contemplate this as your 'guest' speaks again.

"Why have you, a knight of a fallen people, come to the Sacred Lands? Make use of your tongue, lest We decide to have it from you." Her words, rich with inflection, left no illusions as to the precariousness of your present situation...

When you do open your mouth to speak, you barely have a moment to draw breath in surprise as the guards rush you, stuffing a gag in your mouth as another punched you hard just underneath your ribcage, forcing air back through your gaged mouth and exploding from your nostrils. Already you feel nauseous from the spectacular blow to your midriff and you're given no time to recover as another guard kicks his booted-foot into your left kidney.

"As if We would be interested in anything an unrepentant priest of that sordid faith in Bara'Khur might have to say. You are no child. You should have known better. We will teach you."

The first guard that had punched you grabs a fistsful of your hair and bashes his knee into your nose. It breaks. Blood mixes with spit and tears, soaking your gag.

"You will be chastise, severely, for your transgressions. We think We'll begin with your forked tongue..."

She turns on her heel then and strides away. The guards heft you by your armpits and drag you after her, deeper into...wherever you are. Unfortunately for you, the night did not end there. You are held down, your head held in place and facing the ceiling with your mouth forced open by an evil-looking pair of cast-iron tongs, pinning your tongue in place. Suddenly she is there before you again, you can feel her gaze beneath her cowl. She moves out of your sight and the last you see of her is a torturer placing a knife in her dusky-skinned hand. The next sensation is the slice of white-hot pain as she uses the knife to cut your tongue down the middle. You try to scream, but end up just swallowing your own blood as you witness that same torturer pass that same hand a glowing-hot poker. "Under her Eye..." she intones with ritualistic reverence as she cauterizes the fleshy bits of your now-forked tongue, the pain of it is so intense that you blackout, surrendering to the mercy of sweet oblivion.

You awake back in your cell an indeterminate amount of time later. The dull thud of blood pulsing through your horribly maimed, swollen tongues is overwhelming. The aches and pains of the rest of your body come to naught by comparison. But you are alive. You take comfort in that at least.

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