Day 83, Winter of 512 A.V.
It was nearing the end of the Winter season, by the time Solland entered the city. Spring was quickly approaching and the temperature of the city was above its normality for this time. A thin slush blanketed the ground as the warmth began to melt the winters snow. Finally entering the city, Solland noticed that it was dirty and unclean, the stone that the buildings were made out off were covered with grime, the streets was a haven for refuse that the people threw out, this ultimately encouraged all kinds of vermin to make their home here. So far by the look of things this was a disgusting city with not one bit of respect or decency. Solland hoped that this wasn't a familiar sight as he ventured deeper into the stone jungle.
Trudging his way through the slushy streets, unknown where to start searching, Solland followed where the majority of the people headed towards, trying his hardest to remain inconspicuous, this would prove a challenge though, not many people went about their business, clad in armour, surrounded by a mass of dark green cloth. His mask was bound to attract unwanted attention aswell. His secret must be protected at all cost. Covering his face out of sight, Solland carried onward.
The reason why Solland ended up in a place like Sunberth was to search for man who ruined him. Where would he start though? All the criminal scum with no morals or aspirations conspired here, maybe that was a good thing, when it came to finding the less lawful of sorts that have wronged you. Solland himself doubted that it would be that easy to just appear and find his target. However hopefully he wouldn't leave this place empty handed. Information would be welcomed, Blood even more.
Following the crowd of people, Solland eventually broke clear of the filthy alleyways into a place what the locals called the Castle Commons. Solland noticed crowds of people bartering for goods at the stalls and shops. Children covered in any kind of dirt ran around in their little gangs looking for the unwary so they could steal anything they could get their hands on. Solland quickly tucked his side-bag of Miza's into his green surcoat. Solland also noticed what looked like to be guards or mercenaries around some of the shop, most like to deter thief's. That would be easily found work, if his coin was running low.
Observing the populous from the side while leaning on the stone wall that made up a warehouse, Solland decided his next step of action.
"You there.. boy." Solland pointed at a boy, in his mid-teens, giving him a gesture to come over. Solland's voice was deep, authoritarian and sounded a bit metallic due to the metal mask covering his face.
The teenager acknowledged Solland's request and made his way over, his posture and body language was that of someone trying to display toughness and aggressiveness, it also had a hint of arrogance. A similar trait that he himself portrayed at that age.
"What do you want, I have a busy day ahead of me and I gots no time to speak to old cripples." The teenagers voice was harsh and rugged. His face was bruised and his skin was covered with grime. This must of been a regular look for the young of Sunberth.
"I am looking for a tavern that has lodgings, preferably without the disturbance of drunks and thugs.." his voice retained his totalitarian tone.
"Oh yeah? Why should I tell an old cripple that is so ugly he has to wear a mask?" The teenagers voice was smug and cruel, he gave a slight chuckle and then gave an arrogant and confident smirk.
Solland had heard many insults over the years, but he never got used to them. -A blow with a word, strikes deeper than a blow with a sword- that was always the case with him, it made him angry because before his disfigurement he was such a handsome and proud man.
Without saying a word, Solland grabbed the boy and dragged him into a more secluded alleyway, out of the curious eyes of the majority of the populous. Shouting and struggling the boy tried to break but was futile in his attempts. Holding the boy by the neck with his armoured hand, Solland started to slowly squeeze, increasingly applying the smallest amount of pressure. The metal of the gauntlets started to cut into the boys dirty skin as the teenager continued to struggle. He was in Sunberth for less than a day and he was already, dishing out his perceived vengeance.
"Your going to tell me what I want to know." Solland's voice had grown more firm and aggressive since the last time he spoke.
"Burn in what ever fires you came from, you bastard!" The boy then spat in Solland's face, a slight metallic ping gave way as the spit connected with Solland's mask. The insults began to grow more and more hurtful, Solland was loosing his patience.
"Every time I dont not get the information I desire, I will break one of your fingers! Do you understand me!? If you continue through the pain and still do not tell me, I will cut your throat!" Solland wasn't afraid of dishing out pain if the situation called for it, this kids arrogance and defiance was the exact same mistake that he himself did before his face had been melted. He learnt to take threats seriously, it was time for this boy to do the same.
"You wouldn't dare!!" the boys tone of voice began to heighten as fear became to settle.
A sickening crack was quickly followed by a scream, Solland's threats were not hollow. He boys finger had been broken and now had an unnatural curve to it. That was one finger out and only nine more to go. The boy continued to struggle with a renew sense of escape as he now understood the pain that was involved if he followed this path of defiance. A moment passed as the boy continued to to scream, the shrieks of pain was mixed with the physicality of tears running down the boys cheeks. Solland quickly understood that no one cared in Sunberth, no one would help a merchant from a mugging, no one would help a women from a rape. This city lacked order and law and was the definition of anarchy.
Another crack rang in Solland's ears as he broke the second finger of the boys. The boy began to weep fully as he began to experience more pain. "I grow tired of these games! Tell me now or I promise you that you will die!" Solland's voice was full of rage, his hold around the boys neck began to tighten as the anger he was experiencing fuelled his grip.
The boy had finally broke, his weeping became louder and more pronounced, the tears that first came out in drops, now came out in streams, a river of tears carved its way through the grime that clinged to the boys face. "Ok ok!! No more please!! The Drunken Fish!! Its on the docks! Its got rooms!" The boy's voice cracked and broke like a little girls as he pointed towards the direction of the tavern he previously mentioned.
Dropping the child to the ground, Solland gave a firm backhand to the boy, the blow connected on the side of the teenagers head, causing him to fly backwards. The metal gauntlets increased the force of the blow aswell as the damage it caused. The boy did nothing but huddle into a ball, holding his hand and face.
Stepping out of the little alley that had been the site for his intimidation. Solland made his way to the Drunken Fish tavern. So he could wash himself and reflect on what had happened so far. |
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