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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

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[Event] The Slave Trials

Postby Crow on September 11th, 2016, 3:18 pm

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NOTE : This event is limited to 3 players and is on a first come basis. Npcs in play are open to all players except : The Warden, the prisoner (slave), and Grufyss. What does this mean? As a writer you can interact with said npcs (ofcourse), but you can not rp them.
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Armed men surrounded the well leading into the black hole. Normally such things were unheard of, but this event took special precedence. It would be clear to most in the city that the armed men were of the Ebonstryfe, but those unfamiliar with Ravok, unfamiliar with the powers at play, would be surprised to know that the militant arms of The Black Sun almost always had a secret agenda. One such agenda that was approaching the group of men escorted by both a man and a woman wearing similar clothes as the rest.

The person being escorted was slender and letting out muffled cries underneath a black hood. Whatever occasion the event was to the unfortunate passerbys was met by rude stares. They knew not of the man that was being escorted, but a few citizens knew of his fate. Those nearby would hear a few of the soldiers murmur about themselves.

"Is this the one?"
"Yes, Grufyss will open him up to the claims."
"Hopefully not literally this time."
"I'm just waiting for this petching slave to be handled so I can go eat."

A few silent moments went by upon which a very tall and shared figure appeared with white eyes. His figure was strong sheathed at his waist was a very large sword. The sword, intimidating in its sheer size and appearance no doubt could cleave even a horse in two. Upon his approach to the well the stature of the soldiers seemed to change almost immediately. Some would regard the stature as that of fear, but these eight men and women of Ebonstryfe didn't dare show an amount of fear. Instead they stood more alert and ready for anything that their commanding Druvin would say.

His voice echoed coldly and direct "Prepare the descent of the prisoner."

Soldiers worked immediately on command as they shoved the prisoner forcing him to lean against the well where they placed his hands together and tightly tied ropes around his wrist and hands. This efficiently bounded the man for what was to come. A large hook carried by one of the soldiers was placed on the man's bounds and a few more harnessed the rope attached to it. Together they worked to descend the man who was now hanging by his arms and screaming (albeit muffled) into the well.

Turning around the Druvin surveyed the surrounding area and placed his sword on the ground, comfortably folding his hands above the hilt. "I give him one bell before Grufyss makes him talk." The Druvin then headed his way towards the temple of the Black Sun, sword carried over his shoulder in a stance that would be intimidating to anyone. While he walked be spoke outward to Rhysol "Lord, another calls against your name. I will act his disobedience to the finest degree fit of your name and praise. Keep the city well and strike those that would oppose you. Favorable God, help us in this journey to seeking the truth from this poor soul."

It wasn't often that anyone would hear a Druvin pray to their lord, but despite their scary appearance they were the utmost followers and worshipers of rhysol.

It wasn't long before loud and echoing screams came from the depths of the well, signaling to the soldiers that the prison below had received their new inmate.

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[Event] The Slave Trials

Postby Sevris on September 11th, 2016, 6:27 pm

Sevris was itching with anticipation. The secrecy of the operation here was hush hush even among the higher ups in the Ebonstryfe. The Paladin had been lucky enough to be assigned to this detail.

The Warden, whom had never had a chance to formally meet, were beside him and the rest of the chosen few. Sevris had only met one Druvin before which was his Grandfather Lazerin. There was something oddly familiar among the fear, and chilling pressure you got from looking at him.

But he couldn't place it and he wouldn't even try to look any further. The Paladin was dressed in his black and red armor hidden in a red and gold cape. He certainly looked like a Paladin, but he felt much less in the presence of the Warden.

The Warden had called for the prisoner to be sent down to his cell. After a rare sight was that the Druvin started leading a prayer. They all followed in of course, as they gave their love and life to Rhysol as well.

Then the Warden started to make his way to the Temple of the Black Sun. For a second the Paladin thought he should follow him, or he should stay to hear the eventual confession. Choices.
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[Event] The Slave Trials

Postby Evarista on September 11th, 2016, 7:32 pm

Having decided to savor the lingering warmth of summer, Evarista was out on a stroll. She didn't particularly like warmth, and she didn't even particularly like strolling around, but getting outside and stretching her legs once in a while was important. She generally stuck to the Noble District, since it was visually pleasing and safe, but the City Center's grandiose architecture appealed to her as well, and that's where she had decided to go today.

She did not at all expect the commotion. The Black Hole and the square around it were usually relatively quiet despite their central location, since most people didn't find the entrance to a torture pit to be a pleasant place to lounge around. Today was clearly a special day, however. Evarista generally didn't keep herself updated on the affairs of the city, even the most news-worthy ones, so she had no idea what this was all about. Not having any particular plans, she decided to join the small crowd that had formed on the plaza and see what was going on.

The well itself was surrounded by soldiers, and it didn't take long before the main actor entered the stage, a prisoner's hood covering his face. Interesting.

Her attention was stolen by the sword-carrying figure, an unmistakable presence that exuded authority. The soldiers parted to make way for him, and the small crowd of gawks went silent. Evarista was entranced by his voice, eyes glued to his regal form as he pronounced his praise to Rhysol. She had never seen a Druvin before, but immediately understood that he was one. As he prayed, the soldiers joined him, but the civilians stayed silent. None of them dared to raise their voice in the presence of a priest, even if it was to pray.

As the man finished his divine address and turned to leave, Evarista's curiosity got the better of her. Piercing his back as sharply as she could from the distance, she attempted to take a glimpse at his aura.

Her breath was caught in her throat. The astral mantle around him swirled, pushing outwards, as if threatening to consume the whole plaza and swallow her up for daring to witness it. The vision lasted less than a moment before the girl had to turn away, closing her eyes and suppressing the sudden sense of vertigo. It was surreal, humbling, smothering, even painful, but unspeakably addictive. When she regained her senses from her short epiphany, the priest had already left. Maybe it was for the better.

Although the square was still full of soldiers and the echoing screams of the prisoner pierced the air regularly, the tension had eased considerably with the Warden's departure. The small crowd, which had gotten slightly larger now, edged closer to the well to better observe the event. Evarista was at the forefront, since watching people get abused was a not-so-guilty pleasure of hers.

The black-haired aristocrat was bold enough to strike up a conversation with one of the troops, a red-caped paladin with blonde hair. She looked respectable enough to garner an amicable reaction from Ebonstryfe officials most of the time, so she wasn't worried about getting snubbed. She didn't have anything meaningful to say to him, but just standing in front of him and staring felt rather awkward. Curling up one corner her lips in a semi-polite smirk, she addressed him in an even tone.

"Another enemy of Rhysol exposed, I see. Your diligent work pleases our Lord, I'm sure."
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[Event] The Slave Trials

Postby Crow on September 20th, 2016, 7:52 am

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Shrouded behind all of the mystery of the Ebonstyrfe and the Black Sun, appearing before the citizens of Ravok was truly awe inspiring for all those involved. They took the words of their officials and militant arms like words from the Lord themselves. Once they had learned that a person had went against their Lords name a few were stricken with the anger and a few sounded out against the Defiler who was already below being tortured for all they knew.

It was something that despite how harsh the situation was the citizens of Ravok were blind to. It wasn't anything more than a method to protect their lord and savior, Rhysol. So up above the whole event was masqueraded behind the servitude of their lord. I served as an illusion to the citizens, hiding the just and unfair cruelty that had been occurring below in the Black Hole.

Those who had witnessed the event would never learn of anything more than just what occurred, save for one woman who was bold enough to approach a Paladin. As the rest of the militant arms soon after had recovered their devices and gathered together from descending the prisoner they had followed the Warden into the temple of the Black Sun.

The Warden walked through the Temple as if it had been nothing more than a stroll through a familiar park. He cared not for the soldiers following him or those that would quickly hug the walls from his approach to get out of his way. He cared for only one thing, and that was returning to his place of duty in the Black Hole. After entering the Vitrax, that was just what he was going to do. As there was a deeply guarded fact that the Vitrax was connected to the depths of the black hole. As he worked through the various descent to the Black Hole he carried his sword with an eagerness. If Grufyss didn't maim this Defiler he surely would. Below the depths in the black hole Grufyss worked quickly and harshly. The slave was already a victim within his tight grasp.

Should the Paladin and the strange lady, clearly out of place... come to observe the going ons of the torture they would be witness to a cruelty of slowly removing the slaves skin piece by piece until he chose to finally speak the truth.

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[Event] The Slave Trials

Postby Sevris on September 28th, 2016, 7:55 am

"Another enemy of Rhysol exposed, I see. Your diligent work pleases our Lord, I'm sure."

Sevris, who was so consumed in the presence of The Warden, almost missed the other person speaking to him. It was a young woman, looked a few years younger than he was. She seemd as if this place and the Warden did not faze her completely. As it did when he first visited the Black Hole.

"It seems that there are those who have not learned from the failure that was the Rising Dawn. And I only pray that our Lord is content with our work. By the way I am Ser Sevris Lazerin." Sevris answered the young black haired woman, interested in her actually being in the Black Hole. The Lazarin knew that without the efforts of the other Ebonstryfe members and the intelligence of the Black Sun, he was only warrior.

They all played a part however. He held his hand up, gesturing towards the lightly lit room the prisoner was taken too. Walking over he looked into the room and saw something gruesome, but he couldn't shy away from it.

The screaming was annoying but the Lazerin was used to it, after the many beatings his own slaves received for disobeying him. But it was how the screams were made. Grufyss, a person geared and made for this type of joy, seemed strangely focused.

As if he him peeling the skin off of an enemy was but seconds nature him. Sevris was impressed, this type of cruelty was unknown to him but he would have too learn. Each time Grufyss peeled a bit of skin, he saw the prisoners lips quiver almost telling him to stop. But then some reserve of strength got into his eyes and he said nothing.

Sooner or later he would break. They all did eventually. "Once he breaks we will see if there is more work to be done."
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[Event] The Slave Trials

Postby Evarista on September 30th, 2016, 3:45 pm

"My pleasure, ser Lazarin."

Evarista nodded her head politely, bracing for the discomfort of having to introduce herself. She didn't enjoy introductions, but being impolite to a paladin seemed less than appropriate, especially in this situation. Fortunately, she would be rescued from further pleasantries by renewed movement on the square, which stole both of their attention. The remaining soldiers have gathered their tools and now followed their leader into the Temple's open gates. Naturally, the paladin went with them, but so did Evarista, mostly out of a sense that it would be rude to break off the conversation by staying behind. The gaping maw of the Temple intimidated her, but she did want to join the procession, and her hesitation evaporated with every step she took towards the building.

Soon she was walking among the soldiers through the solemn hallways, joining them in their descent to the Black Hole. IT wasn't like staring at the well from the plaza, which seemed like the tip of an iceberg. They were going the inside of it, the obscure and forbidden depths of Rhysol's dungeons. Was she supposed to be here? Probably not. Not even a blind onlooker would mistake her for a soldier, but even through she intruded on the Temple, no one stopped her. An unseen hand extended her a passive invitation to see a scene she wasn't supposed to see, take part of something she wasn't actually privy to. An invitation that could not be declined. A force was pulling her deeper inside the Temple, a force coming from within herself, and the forces presented by the dark and dangerous people around her, people who should be above even sparing her a second glance, flowed along. It was enigmatic. It was thrilling.

Eventually they entered the torture chamber. Evarista stood to the side timidly, awed by the scene that unfolded before her. The torturer was pulling off the prisoner's skin, excruciatingly slowly and deliberately. The victim's resonating shrieks reverberated around the chamber, sending chills of excitement through the young aristocrat. This was nothing like the muffled bleating that leaked out of the well, this was a signal of pain, unfiltered, unbarred and completely unapologetic. The way the prisoner's body quaked as his bare muscles were exposed to the air was theatrical. No, theatre did nothing for Evarista, because theatre was fake. This was real, and it made her heart race. Most of the onlooking soldiers, including the blonde paladin, didn't seem to appreciate these things nearly as much as herself. Of course, this wasn't just a gathering of sadists. The soldiers were here out of duty. She was here... why was she here, again? Just for fun? There had to be something else. That unseen hand would not have extended its invitation to her without a purpose.

The paladin's comment made it clear. This wasn't just an execution, it was an interrogation. Some terrible truth was being ripped from the prisoner's flesh. Evarista had no idea what it could be, and she was so consumed by the display of torture itself that she didn't much care. In fact, she secretly hoped that the prisoner would endure, so that his gruesome carving could continue. It was only a matter of time, however. No human could resist this torturer's touch indefinitely.

Evarista was tense, licking her lips and hugging her elbows, but not losing focus. Her gaze was riveted to the prisoner, savoring the present and anticipating the future. The only thing left was to look, listen, and wait.
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[Event] The Slave Trials

Postby Prophet on April 2nd, 2017, 10:43 pm

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Too bad this thread didn't go any further.. I guess we'll have to come up with new stories of horror. Let me know if I've missed anything. There really wasn't much to grade.


 
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