Post:Re: The Sword of Rutilor - 04/01/2024 - 13:27 (2)

Re: The Sword of Rutilor · on 04/01/2024 13:27	2429
The prisoner awoke laying on the cold stone of his cell, the porous texture rough against his scarred face. He was unsure of how long he had been unconscious for. Taking the time to assess the damage done in the forge, he glanced down, finding both hands and feet encased in solid blocks of metal. Willing himself to wiggle his fingers and toes, he found they were unable to respond, held firm by the metal –- and each attempt, in turn, shot agony through his body as the unhealed digits struggled against his binding. Standing above him as if victorious, the large rat returned. It sniffed at his face, almost mocking his inability to stop it. As if satisfied at his inability to retaliate, it scurried over to a food bowl that had been left for him, greedily eating the gruel within while watching him – mocking him. He could not help but consider his own predicament. He had dutifully spent his life serving the Hounds, and became a blade to be wielded by Rutilor –- and in turn, the Hounds turned on him to cleanse themselves of their own sin, no doubt to avoid the same treatment at the hands of Rutilor and the Temple. They cast him aside with no compunction, despite –- or perhaps because of -- his unending commitment to their cause. Now, they left him to be lower than a rat, no doubt prior to a symbolic demonstration of his sacrifice to cleanse themselves. What had been an overwhelming sense of commitment weeks before now boiled in his blood. He had dedicated his life to their cause, and in turn, they turned on him for that very dedication. They had become no better than the filth that they intended to carve out of the heart of Elanthia -– no better the rat that skulks a jail cell of a condemned prisoner. They took his station, his purpose, and even his name –- and now they were to take his life, for no crime other than service to their cause. His face and body flushed with warmth as rage welled inside him. How quickly they had discarded him, and his service, as meaningless. He squirmed against the floor, bringing himself to his knees. The rat stopped eating for a moment at the sudden movement, but quickly resumed, and finished the bowl of food. In a single violent stroke, the prisoner smashed the rodent with the bindings that held his hands with such force that the stone beneath it fragmented from the impact. Without pause, he found himself expressing his displeasure at his current predicament with repeated blows on the now-deceased rat, pulverizing its corpse to a fine mush as droplets of blood spattered across his entire body. After some time brutalizing the animal that had eaten his food, the prisoner glanced into the bowl, seeing the food was gone. He allowed sorrow to well within him, grief at his loss that manifested as distress over something as simple as the food being eaten. Lowering himself to the ground, he took a desperate bite at the unprepared corpse of the rat. His teeth struggled with its thick hide and coarse fur, but he was able to tear a chunk of meat from it. He chewed, ignoring the terrible texture and worse taste of the raw meat, and forced himself to swallow. A dark glee momentarily suffused his mind. Repeating the process, he found each bite to be less unpleasant, until he had devoured all but the crushed bones of the animal.
This message was originally posted in Events and Happenings in DragonRealms' Elanthia / Zoluren Events, by DR-IRENOS on the play.net forums.