Winter 3, 515 AV
Imass opened his eyes washed up on the cold beach near Nyka.
Violently he coughed up salt water until his whole body ached. The Akalak was in terrible shape; malnutrition, injured, sickly, and his mind in shambles after spending three years locked deep in the dungeons of Sahova. He didn't know how he did it, but he escaped the Nuit torture chambers.
"HUUUUUUUUUU~~" Imass finally got his breath back before vomiting bile, "BLUAAAAA!!"
Slowly he climbed to his feet, extremely weak. The Akalak was a shell of his former self, his body all bones and clothed in tattered rags. His deep midnight blue hue was now pale, spotted with sores and inflamed lacerations. He was missing more teeth now and his face scared.
The winds of destiny seemed to be on his side as Imass hobbled up the beach towards the city in the distance. His mind was blank and focused on the singular purpose of finding help in the city. The path to the gates of Nyka was not far, but in his current condition it was long and tough. Shivering and weak, the Akalak's only saving grace was his faith that Yahal would see him through. In fact, his faith in Yahal and Sylir was what got him through the dungeons of Sahova.
Disoriented and nearly completely devoid of his senses, the Akalak finally collapsed within view of Nyka's gate guards.
Winter 5, 515 AV
Imass opened his eyes again, but this time he was in a warm room made of stone. Weak and disoriented, he could not make out anything except for a figure attending to a small fire. A shiver like a bolt of lightning went through his body as the sensation of pain over took his entire body. He cried out in pain, "HuuUUAGHgGgaGahGAGGHH!" The figure rushed to him to try to comfort him, but he blacked out again moments later.
Winter 6-17, 515 AV
The Akalak goes in and out of consciousness only to cry in pain as the healers treat him. For the brief moments he is awakened they try to question his identity.
Winter 26, 515 AV
Imass opened his eyes and for the first time he was not overcome with pain. Blinking to adjust to the lighting, he was actually able to think. Thoughts began to race through his head...
Huzzah! Praise Yahal and Sylir!!
...they haven't found a way to kill us yet HA-HA...
Yahal I thank ye for strength, Sylir I thank thee for purpose, honor, and duty!!
...HAHAHAHAHA Freeeeeeedom...
The light of the Knights Sylir burns once again!!
...I vow that they will never take me alive again hahahaha...
You have spared me once again Yahal! Use me as an instrument once again!!
...Shut up Imass you lunatic...
Garonn you know my duty is also yours!!
...where the hell are we...
Good question!!
The Akalak shifted in the bed and slowly tried to raise himself up, but sharp pains in his stomach prevented him from moving quickly. Grunting he was finally able to sit up in his bed, however this called the attention of a healer. A human woman walked into the room with a bright face.
"So you have awakened finally!"
"Where am I?" Imass said in hoarse whisper
"Easy now, lay back down Akalak," the healer said as she made him lay back down, "By the blessing of the Celestials you have found yourself at The Great Infirmary of Nyka,"
"Nyka?"
"Who are you?" the healer said in a calm voice as she prepared to administer treatment to him, "What happened to you?
Imass closed his eyes and paused as she rubbed healing salves and used her Rak'keli gnosis on him, "I am Imass of the Knight's Syliran... I fought in the campaign against Sahova. I was captured and thrown in the Nuit dungeon. I escaped and washed up on your shores..."
The Akalak faded out consciousness once again.