King Lauihnio and the captain made for the entrance to the dungeon.
Beyond the large Boulder was a dark walkway with multiple torches positioned strategically providing light along the walkway that was covered with broken stones and moss.At the end of the walkway they branched left, walking along a path that was characterized by twisted trail leads, pillaged rooms and cells that contained prisoners. Suddenly they are able to sight Lord Garthine Polion beside a large iron door. With king Lauihnio being a few paces away from him Lord Garthine Polion bowed his head. "Greetings my king.""So have you been able to get a word out of him?" The king looked anxious."I am afraid not my king." His tone showed some element of resentment. "It is either he is stubborn enough to keep the secret with him or he doesn't know the identity of these spies. But my king we have done everything we could to get this man to talk but we haven't gotten anything reasonable from him." Garthine Polion whispered.On hearing this the king grunted in anger. "Now don't you tell me that, I know this man knows the identity of these spies and I will make sure he vomits that information - where is he?" Lord Garthine Polion opened the large iron door."In here my king." He said.The cell was stuffy and smelly as a result of the extremely poor ventilation. The fire torches that were lit on the three braziers made the color of the room orange and filled with heat making all men present at the cell excrete enormous precipitation through the pores of their skin making them look shiny like they bathed with oil. Bongan laid there in the midst of five Bauthinian soldiers with a red swollen face, eyelids nearly shut with strands of hair falling from the front of his forehead in thin clusters.Wearing only an already blood stained subligaculum, he was immobilized by the chains that bundled his both hands and feet. "Ahhhh." He groaned after a lash of whip landed on his back which was battered with blood, bruises and blisters. He moaned feeling extreme pain as a result of the lashes he received on his back. "I wonder what it would cost you to spit the names out you Elerian." One of the soldiers said menacingly. With the emotionless expressions on the faces of the soldiers, they circled around Bongan.King Lauihnio was angry, he had not expected it to come this far, he expected the names of the spies to be revealed the next time he got a message from Garthine Polion. He bent toward Bongan."You proved you were stubborn, this is what you got. However I don't think you understand how important the identity of this spies are to me, for the security of my people." He said."I told you I do not know the identity of this spies." Bongan grunted in resentment. King Lauihnio drew some breath in and stood up straight."However since this method does not work, let's try another method, you tell me who the spies are, I will reward you with four hundred yaserii coin, one gram of gold and servants, cattle, sheep, horses, you would go back to Eleria richer than you ever were - just tell me the names of these bloody spies, that is all." The king said. Bongan sniffed and supporting himself on one elbow he looked at king Lauihnio's eyes. "King Lauihnio, I am a soldier, I have done things both bad and good, I have soiled my hands in blood, I have lied, for my family, for the country which I pledged alligence to, even for my very life, but I swear by Oridon's mace, I am not lying now." He grunted gritting his teeth.On hearing this, the king burned with anger, he gritted his teeth. "Soldiers, flog him till the truth comes out!" He shouted. With menacing looks the burly soldiers who circled around Bongan took turns to whip him like predators hunting down their prey.Garthine Polion was uncomfortable at the sight because he knew there would be consequences, extreme consequences, he wondered if there was any sense in what king Lauihnio was trying to do which however did not deliver the desired results they wanted, frowning his face he moved to king Lauihnio."My king, I hope you are aware that if this man dies in our hands we would not only have to worry about King Brothlander but king Waigni as well." He said."Garthine Polion, I would appreciate if you let me be.""But...""I will hear no more from you." King Lauihnio shot him a cold look. Garthine Polion then took a few paces away from him.Bongan shouted, groaned and moaned in pain as the heavy lashes landed on his back. The soldiers used extreme strength swinging their whips over their heads, grunting and laughing with pleasure while inflicting pain on Bongan.Lord Garthine Polion shook his head while he witnessed the terrible sight. He looked at the king in disgust and wondered what king Lauihnio would do if the armies of the Quanians and the Elerians were upon Bauthinia."Halt!" King Lauihnio ordered after he heard Bongan utter some words."It looks like he said something." King Lauihnio paced towards him. "You said something, I want to hear it." King Lauihnio said. "Ahhhh." Bongan grunted in pain, staring at King Lauihnio in enragement. "Don't try my patience, what did you say!"king Lauihnio yelled.Bongan looked dizzy and he struggled to move his arms and legs shivering as he crouched on the blood stained floor. "Cresor!" He looked up with his face smeared with sweat and blood he struggled to say. "Cresor!" The king frowned. "Cresor!, What is cresor does anyone have an idea of what this man says?" King Lauihnio looked at his men confused at the word Bongan had uttered. The soldiers shook their heads in reply."Cresor means sword in Elerian." Lord Garthine Polion said dryly."King Lauihnio, I have told you countless times, I know not the identity of the spies you desperately seek, I know you do not believe me but weather you believe me or not, no one in this room can change the fact that I know nothing of this men." He paused then grunted in pain.
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Epilogue:Days had passed since Lord Mordian's successful but perilous attempt to harness the arcane forces and restore the fallen soldiers. The initial triumph had given way to a relentless and sinister consequence that now gripped him with an iron hold.Lord Mordian's once vibrant complexion had faded to a sickly pallor, his skin appearing almost translucent under the harsh daylight. Dark circles etched themselves beneath his eyes, marking the toll of sleepless nights and restless vigils.His once steady hands now trembled, the faint quiver betraying the constant strain he was under. His arms and legs felt as if they were aflame, an unrelenting burn that surged through his veins like molten lava. The physical torment was unceasing, a constant reminder of the power he had dared to command.The palms of his hands bore the brunt of the adverse effect. Sections of skin peeled away, leaving behind raw, tender patches that stung with every touch. Lord Mordian's fingertips were bliste
SHADOWS OF DOUBT: BENEVOLENCE IN QUESTION
"In times of war, there must be consequences for actions taken," Bongan Rodbar's voice carried an air of authority as he addressed the captive commander. "You are responsible for the pain and suffering this invasion has brought upon these lands. And now, you must face the consequences.""I was carrying out my orders!" The chief commander replied coldly, with a malevolent look at Bongan Rodbar.Bongan Rodbar turned to Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust, his eyes steady. "Gentlemen, as a symbol of justice and retribution, one of you may choose to deliver the final blow. The choice is yours."A heavy silence hung in the air as Lord Barthine Loust exchanged a contemplative look with Lord Mordian. Then, in a surprising turn of events, Lord Barthine Loust unfastened his own sword from his side and stepped forward, his eyes locked on Lord Mordian."Lord Mordian," he began, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity, "it is you who deserves this chance. For all you have done, and for what yo
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As the dust began to settle on the battlefield, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust exchanged weary yet triumphant glances. The unexpected intervention of the Elerian warriors had turned the tide of battle in their favor, saving Prodloust from the clutches of Quanian annexation.Amidst the aftermath of the chaotic struggle, a presence drew their attention. Among the Elerian horsemen, a mounted soldier stood out, his demeanor exuding an air of command and authority. Even from a distance, it was clear that he was the leader of this formidable force, and his presence was a beacon of hope and strength.As the Bauthinian soldiers continued to regroup, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust's eyes were drawn to the mounted leader. His attire spoke of his status and prowess. He wore intricately designed chain mail that gleamed even in the dim moonlight, each link a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. His helmet was a work of art in itself, adorned with elegant
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With a fierce determination, Lord Barthine Loust carefully lowered Lord Mordian to the ground, his movements deliberate and calculated. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, the cold metal a comforting weight in his hand. As the two Quanian soldiers charged towards him, he took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.Ducking beneath the first swing of a Quanian blade, Lord Barthine Loust's movements were fluid and precise. He sidestepped another strike, the air whistling as the enemy's weapon sliced through the space where he had been. His mind raced, analyzing every movement of his opponents, seeking out their vulnerabilities.With a swift motion, Lord Barthine Loust parried a blow and countered with a calculated strike of his own. His sword met the Quanian soldier's weapon with a resounding clash, the force of the impact reverberating through his arms. He lunged forward, his blade finding its mark and carving a deep gash across the soldier's chest.However,
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Amidst the chaos, the spectral warriors led by Lord Barthine Loust and Gorloth charged into the heart of the Quanian forces with an otherworldly ferocity. Their armor gleamed with an ethereal radiance as they clashed with the enemy, cutting through the Quanian soldiers with unmatched skill and precision. The Bauthinian foot soldiers, who had been struggling earlier, were awestruck and filled with renewed hope as they witnessed the terrifying warriors with their haunting helmets fighting on their side.Amidst the clash of steel and the cries of battle, the Bauthinian soldiers couldn't believe their eyes. "Who are these warriors and why do they wear such haunting helmets?" one soldier exclaimed in disbelief. Another shouted, "We're not alone! They should be mercenaries hired by Lord Barthine Loust to help us defend our city!" The sight of these fearsome warriors turned the tide of morale, igniting a newfound fire within the Bauthinian ranks.Gorloth, with his long sword and battleaxe,
THE SIEGE OF PRODLOUST 6
Amidst the sea of chaos and carnage, Lord Mordian's focus was unyielding, his sword an extension of his indomitable will. Every strike he made was a tribute to the countless lives he aimed to protect. As a Quanian soldier's shield smashed into his face, a blinding flash of pain erupted, and he staggered backward, his vision momentarily blurred.But even in the midst of this disorienting blow, his training and instincts took over. The burly Quanian soldier lunged at him, his swift movements designed to exploit the momentary weakness. Hammering blows rained down upon Lord Mordian, testing his defenses. Steel met steel as Mordian parried and blocked the onslaught, his muscles straining against the powerful attacks.With each parry, he calculated his opponent's movements, his mind racing even as the world spun around him. His resolve was unshaken, his determination unwavering. In a lightning-quick motion, he sidestepped an incoming strike, his body moving with a grace that belied the
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