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7/3/2025, 5:08:42 AM
>Pray to the Pure One
Part 1
The blood is pooling underneath your body, your hand is filleted and useless, there's seemingly no way out of this. You'll be damned though if you go down betraying your house.. betraying your family. Your vision is getting more faint as time passes on and you lay their, mouthing your prayers silently. The others who were interrogating you simply stand there and watch.
"Oi, Crow.. ya don't think we broke the boy do ya?" He asks the woman.
She frowns and leans closer to your face, your pupils shrink and your skin only grows more pale, you're dying. "He's praying to that Pure One," she says dismissively, "prayers won't do him any good now, oi Nbodgo, we're getting nothing out of him.. time to speed things up and you work your magic now," she tells him.
Nbodgo walks up to you, holding a branding iron with runic inscriptions covering the entire time. "I was hoping you'd be awake for this, Prince John, seems we pushed you a little too far," he says to your dying body. Wasting no more time, Crow uses fire magic to superheat the branding iron, the inscriptions glow once they're fused with the ethereal energy casted from the woman. Nbodgo than presses the magically superheated iron against your mangled hand, holding it there for quite some time. You're too gone at this point to even muster the energy to cry out from pain, the smell of cooking flesh nourishes the air as the group takes a deep smell of it all.
Nbodgo lifts the iron off your body, revealing a strange symbol forever burned onto your flesh. He leans down and makes himself eye level with your exhausted, and dismissive face, "Just a little gift for you, give it a couple years when the plan starts to take off than it'll start working." Nbodgo nods towards Crow, "ok bring him back," he tells her.
Everyone chips in helping bring your passed out, dying body onto the floor. Crow gets on her knees and starts working away, dark essence flows out of her hand as it patches up and restores what it can of your tortured body. Your hand no longer looks like chopped meat, it's still horrible scarred and gnarly looking, but at least the skin is there again, the branded symbol still remains on your nearly fingerless hand though. When she's done working her healing magic on you, your body lay there exhausted from all the effort it had gone through, the strangers disappear, visions flicker through your mind as the dying thoughts slowly restore themselves again.
Part 1
The blood is pooling underneath your body, your hand is filleted and useless, there's seemingly no way out of this. You'll be damned though if you go down betraying your house.. betraying your family. Your vision is getting more faint as time passes on and you lay their, mouthing your prayers silently. The others who were interrogating you simply stand there and watch.
"Oi, Crow.. ya don't think we broke the boy do ya?" He asks the woman.
She frowns and leans closer to your face, your pupils shrink and your skin only grows more pale, you're dying. "He's praying to that Pure One," she says dismissively, "prayers won't do him any good now, oi Nbodgo, we're getting nothing out of him.. time to speed things up and you work your magic now," she tells him.
Nbodgo walks up to you, holding a branding iron with runic inscriptions covering the entire time. "I was hoping you'd be awake for this, Prince John, seems we pushed you a little too far," he says to your dying body. Wasting no more time, Crow uses fire magic to superheat the branding iron, the inscriptions glow once they're fused with the ethereal energy casted from the woman. Nbodgo than presses the magically superheated iron against your mangled hand, holding it there for quite some time. You're too gone at this point to even muster the energy to cry out from pain, the smell of cooking flesh nourishes the air as the group takes a deep smell of it all.
Nbodgo lifts the iron off your body, revealing a strange symbol forever burned onto your flesh. He leans down and makes himself eye level with your exhausted, and dismissive face, "Just a little gift for you, give it a couple years when the plan starts to take off than it'll start working." Nbodgo nods towards Crow, "ok bring him back," he tells her.
Everyone chips in helping bring your passed out, dying body onto the floor. Crow gets on her knees and starts working away, dark essence flows out of her hand as it patches up and restores what it can of your tortured body. Your hand no longer looks like chopped meat, it's still horrible scarred and gnarly looking, but at least the skin is there again, the branded symbol still remains on your nearly fingerless hand though. When she's done working her healing magic on you, your body lay there exhausted from all the effort it had gone through, the strangers disappear, visions flicker through your mind as the dying thoughts slowly restore themselves again.
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