Rea Family/Darren/Hail to the King

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Roleplay from Darren Rea
Sabotage! Ulfang Mormont's guards, in Madina Gardens, have captured Darren Rea, an infiltrator working for Madina while he was sneaking around the camp of Ulfang Mormont, King, Battlemaster of Madina, Royal of Madina, Duke of Madina, Margrave of Madina, Marshal of the Royal Knights of Madina conspicuously, with a poisoned dagger under his cloak.
Darren Rea


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“Life is not a song, sweetling.

Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.”

― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
Day 1

Chains clinked softly, and a chill breeze cut through his ripped tunic. He shivered. The guards had been ready for him, stopping him just short of the King's tent. His face was still swollen from the beating the guards had administered, before shipping him off the the dungeons proper. He should have been more careful, should have planned better. He shouldn't have taken the bribe. He'd failed, and Dominic was going to pay for it. Once again, he'd made a massive mistake, and this time, he, and his brother, may both lose their heads.
Darren Rea


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Day 2


He tried to escape a half dozen times already. The last attempt had been the most successful, if getting two steps from his cell could be considered success. Even with his highborn status, the guards had been merciless, they'd beaten him bloody. Fortunately, most of the blood that drenched his shirt was from a broken nose, and the bruises would fade over time. Assuming he lived that long. The letters sent to the realm were calling for his head, not that he really blamed them. Shivering, he curled up into a ball on the rudimentary excuse for a 'bed'. Rashly, he'd rushed headlong into danger, his only concern for his brother. At least he'd retained some friends, even if they were only peasants. He'd been getting his letters from Reginald, a guard who had been living in Darren's previous fief for many a year. Darren had personally visited Reginald and his wife, after they had their first child. The pregnancy had had some complications, and the man had hurried to Darren's estate, begging the nobleman for the services of the estate physician. Dominic had taught Darren a lesson in humility that day, nearly dragging him the the peasant's hovel to welcome the child into the world. Darren buried his face into his knees, careful of his nose, regret washing over him at the memory of his brother. One mistake was all it took, one choice to kill them both.
Darren Rea


Roleplay from Cotys D'Anglos
Visit

While you rot in your cell, High Chancellor Cotys D'Anglos visits you and says:

The King is requesting that I do not execute you, instead just to banned you. But if left it to me to decide.

I need a list of your partners in movement to harm this realm.

Please stated what you have to say to the nobles about your action against the realm and our King.

I am demanding the list of your partners no matter what you have to say. How do you plead?

Cotys D'Anglos High Chancellor of Madina

Viscountess of Panabuk
Cotys D'Anglos


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Letter from a prisoner


High Chancellor, I acted on my own volition. I have no partners. I had no intention of killing the King, but my hand was forced.
Darren Rea


Roleplay from Cotys D'Anglos
Visit

While you rot in your cell, High Chancellor Cotys D'Anglos visits you and says:

Its has always been known that my family does not believe in torture for most of the time the information is worthless.

But the king has order for you to be torture to see who has been helping you so by order of the King you will be torture.


I am not able to executed you, but soon I will banish you.


Cotys D'Anglos High Chancellor of Madina

Viscountess of Panabuk
Cotys D'Anglos


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Dungeon Event


You hear the guards entering a cell nearby, and dragging its inhabitant away. His screams are heard for the next hours from where you know the torture chamber to be.
Darren Rea


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Tortured

While you are sitting in your cell in The Kingdom of Madina, one night the cell doors open and High Chancellor Cotys D'Anglos enters together with her torturer. Dragging you off, they make your nightmares come true. As you regain consciousness the next morning, you feel your body in the worst possible way. You remember little of the night and are grateful for that.

The abuse of your body has left you sore and with strained muscles. You lost 5 points of your infiltration skill and will have to regain them the slow way.
Darren Rea


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Day 3
  • This is the start of a torture RP, while it's not too bad, read with caution.
They had come for him when he was sleeping; he hadn't even came to full consciousness before they fettered him and roughly crammed a musty smelling bag over his head. Several hands grabbed him, dragging him from his damp cell. Blinded and hobbled, he struggled to keep up with his aggressors, repeatedly falling to his knees before being yanked back to his feet. Panicked thoughts raced through his head, fears of beheading flooding his thoughts. After a short time, the men stopped, and Darren could hear someone jangling keys. Wood groaned, and Darren was manhandled forward. Peat, mixed with a strong copper smell filled his nose, overpowering the foul bag smell. As the men secured Darren to a slightly wet wooden plank, his heart sank. Screams had echoed down the stone halls several hours before, but he had hoped that his noble blood would save him such horrors. Rough hands pulled his arms straight above his head, chains clanking into place. Finally, they tore the bag off his head. His worst thoughts were confirmed - he found himself chained to a rack, torture chamber layed out before him. His heart sank to his stomach, dark dread taking its place. A small furnace burned in one corner, several metal rods evenly spaced sticking out. The walls had several instruments hanging, neatly organized, many of which Darren couldn't even name. Two tables were laid out with all manner of horrid tools, things for bruising, breaking, and cutting chief among them. Blood splattered the floor around him, still shining in the torch light. Four burly men filed out of the room, the High Chancellor and her torturer taking their place.
Darren Rea


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At first, he'd tried to keep a stone demeanor, but he'd lost it soon after they'd started using the rod. It had taken less than an hour to reduce Darren to a limp, bloody mess. Sweat covered his body, hair hung limply across his face. They'd beaten him with a cudgel, breaking at least one rib. Anything more than a shallow breath sent burning pain through his breast. Every finger on his right hand had been smashed and subsequently twisted cruelly with pliers. Blood oozed from his stomach, sharp lines of crimson crisscrossing each other, weeping rivulets down the front of his trousers. Several raised burns adorned his armpits, red hot poker wielded by the torturer.

"Who are you working with?" The torturer asked him again, waving the poker threateningly in Darren's face.

The last of Darren's resolve left him, pain lancing through his every thought, shattering any resistance he tried to conjure. Despair washed over him as he watched the reddened poker tip dance before him. Tick tock, tick tock, the ember went, counting down to the next time he would feel its bite. What was the use? He thought. Surely he was too late anyway. The news that he had failed would have spread like wildfire across the island. It wasn't everyday someone tried to stab their own King. He'd been such a fool, a perfect patsy.

"Traitor, I'm not asking again." The torturer began to move to Darren's right, glowing rod leaving trails on his vision.

"Stop." Darren's voice came out weakly. The torturer paused, waiting.

Staring at the floor, Darren raspily began, "I had no partners. I had never wanted this. All I wanted was to bring Madina out of the shadows, to shine in the sunlight again." He looked wistful for a moment before continuing.

"I'd been collecting gold from the rogue peasants to the east, when I came across an adventurer, waving me down from the side of the road. 'You must be the great Sir Darren,' he said to me. 'I've got a job for your… talents. It pays five thousand gold now, and five thousand when you are done.' I should have walked away then." Darren's face turned to disgust, "I hadn't even thought about how he knew such things about me, how he found me, nor where some wretch off the streets had gotten so much gold. I only thought of how that gold could help us move to and take a new, northern city. There was no way Ulfang would empty his pockets to help us, the greedy old codger." The torturer glanced to the High Chancellor, who did not move. Darren continued, "He told me to stab King Ulfang. I accepted his gold, never intending to do the job. It would ruin my chances of convincing the realm to move. I'd thought we were too isolated for any repercussions, and if anyone had tried anything to me, I could easily fight them off. I gave the gold to someone I could trust to use it wisely, and I thought no more of it."

Darren paused for a moment, pain from his wounds overcoming him. Haltingly, he continued, "I - I had to take him with me. I had too!" Darren's voice cracked, raw emotion bleeding through, "I was going to lose my estate! I couldn't leave him here!" Tears began to track down his face, dungeon grime collecting on his chin. "They took him, Cotys. They took my brother! They are going to kill him!" His voice broke completely as he lost his last shred of self-control, sobbing pitifully. The High Chancellor looked to the broken man, stone faced. She left without a word. The torturer snorted, returning his poker to the furnace. Darren wept quietly, consumed by his utter, abject failure.
Darren Rea


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After a while, he calmed, a cold emptiness replacing his fears. At least he'd come clean, before they beheaded him. Several minutes passed in silence, the torturer bustling about the room, cleaning his tools and returning them to storage. Darren closed his eyes after a minute, focusing on not breathing too hard. Two broken ribs, he figured, not that the lashes across his midsection didn't burn with an unholy hellfire. Hopefully they would get it over with soon. Maybe his brother's kidnappers would have mercy and release Dom on news of Darren's death. He waited, soft clinks marking where the torturer was cleaning. Idly, he wondered if the burns in his armpits would heal before they marched him to the block. His hand wouldn't heal anytime soon; at least the pulses of pure pain radiating from his mangled fingers would give him something to focus on while they readied the sword. The torturer fell silent. Darren opened his eyes, expecting to be carted back to his cell. The torturer stood by a small kit, sharpening a barber’s straight razor.

“What are you doing?” Darren’s voice was rough.

The torturer grinned, “A special treatment, just for you. The King himself found it, after he dug in some old cabinet in his high tower of his. ‘Madina laws concerning Traitors.’ Turns out we here have some old, old laws about Traitors. I hope you ain’t real fond of your hair.”
Darren Rea


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Letter from a prisoner


You are quite merciless, aren't you? Just chop my head off and be done with it. You damn fools have no idea what is happening, sitting in your cozy command tents, having your men kill monsters from afar.

Darren Rea

Noble of Madina
Darren Rea


Roleplay from Cotys D'Anglos
Visit

While you rot in your cell, High Chancellor Cotys D'Anglos visits you and says:

I hereby find you guilty of attacking royalty. From this day for you are banned and if you are ever seen in our realm again, I will be forced to executed.

Be gone with you!

Cotys D'Anglos High Chancellor of Madina

Viscountess of Panabuk
Cotys D'Anglos


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Banned (but freed)

(Personal message) - 3 days, 33 minutes ago

High Chancellor Cotys D'Anglos has thrown you out into the streets, and proclaimed you banned from her realm. If you should return and be caught again, your life is forfeit.
Darren Rea


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After they unceremoniously tossed him back in his cell, they sent a healer to tend to him, wrapping his wounds in clean gauze. The woman was kind, giving him a shot of whisky before attending his broken and lacerated body. She’d professionally tended him, even setting his hand. A small sigh accompanied her review of his head, the massive ‘T’ burned into the crown receiving a slather of opium oil. It wasn’t long after she left his cell that they released him. The same four massive men from earlier in the day drug him from the depths of the keep, and frog marched him to the quay. Peasants gawked, some in open astonishment at a shackled noble being drug through the streets, others glaring at the traitor in their midst. A few stood, quietly watching the broken remains of their former master hauled away.

They took a ferry to Fissoa City, where a set of five horses greeted them. Every step the horse took sent waves of pain through Darren’s chest, every jostle of his hand nearly sending his vision black. They rode out to the edge of the fields, reining the horses nearby a small wood. The guards had no problem getting Darren off his horse; he nearly fell. One of the guards, a man who looked like someone had smashed his face with a brick as a child, pulled out a bit of paper from his saddlebag, stone faced.

“High Chancellor Cotys D'Anglos has proclaimed you banned from the realm. If you should return and be caught again, your life is forfeit.”

The man spit at Darren, and mounted his horse. One of the others, a lad with a shock of blond hair, threw a pack at the ground next to Darren. They rode away, fifth horse trailing them, empty saddles leather crackling. He was alone and injured, a thousand miles from the nearest friendly realm. A light breeze picked up some dirt, settling on top of the disgraced noble.

Darren closed his eyes, listening to the horse hooves fading in the distance. He gave in to the pain, letting it wash over him, sending him into the silent embrace of unconsciousness.
Darren Rea