Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150428121208/@comment-24736819-20150506184339

(Cool, cool, cool. )

After a day and a half of neverending torture and sleepless time...

The strange men asked nothing but pointless questions, which the bandit refused to answer. He suffered incomparable pain and lost most of the skin on his both hands, left arm and right knee. The creatures fed on his body parts, which they slowly cut away, leaving him with only three fingers on his sword hand and two on the other, making him toeless and succesfully tearing part of his thigh and sewing it close right after...bit by bit his will was being destroyed, until the moment when it shattered entirely:

"Now, now... How are we going to enjoy ourselvesss today? My brothersss gave me an interessting idea: How would you like to not be able to continue your honorable lineage?", the leader of the Prowlers said to the prisioner while rubbing his hands together.