Ramtal Slave Dungeon

13:27 Roid_Irongut: From the guardroom I hear some noise. From the heavy steps I can tell is the general @Garras
13:28 minotaur21560: I open the small window and look out... yes the Great Bear Generalissimo back from some terrible battle
13:30 Roid_Irongut: I’m afraid the general hear the noise during our “fight”. I’m wondering if we should come out the guardroom
13:32 minotaur21560: I walk out. "The bear may not be aware that you endured two deaths including mauling from the hounds of hell only to be resurrected and promoted to captain of the king's guards..."
13:33 Roid_Irongut: Then I think he knows now. I walk out in my new armor. Though without the chest plate I still show the bear my shiny ebony like steel shoulder and leg armor.
13:37 Garras: There is a knickering off in the distance as the bear approaches, tbe heavy clop of his clydesdale mount's hooves murmuring against the earth as the bear approaches, wearing full armored regalia with his massive claymore strapped to his back. His armor caked with blood... His torn cape spackled with streaks of blood and his face hidden by his helmet, a sleek rendition of skeletal ursine relief, and then pulls back on his reigns, his clyde neighing as he comes to a halt, looking at the men before him with sightless eyes. It can only mean one thing and the bear simply nods as he leans forward on his steed and urges it forward once more. Beneath his cape, the broken half hafts of arrows are prominent, pushing up through the fabric like so many sprouts...
13:40 Roid_Irongut: “So the general bear is not that invincible like legends say.” I look at the broken arrows lodge in his flesh under the cape. “All claws and teeth before the slaves, yet the mighty general runs back to cave with just some light scratches. If the bear tail is longer it might be between his legs.” I smirk while the bear pass by.
13:41 minotaur21560: I turn "Careful, Captain... you and he are comrades now... on the same side, the side of unremitting light of the God-King"
13:43 Roid_Irongut: That we are on the same side doesn’t mean I have to obey him every time. Who knows if he begged his title on the emperor’s bed instead of winning it in battle.
13:47 Garras: The silhouette of the beast is slowly tilting as it continues forward, but some step of the mount tilts him overmuch and then there is a loud crash of armor as the bear droplands to the ground.. his armored helmet coming undone and revealing his bloodied muzzle.. his breathing even... Dusted though it may be now. Upon closer inspection, it is far clearer, based on the deep rhythms of his slack face, that the bear has been unconscious this entire time.. having mounted only for his ivory and chocolate steed to slowly come bearing his handler with him in his journey to the only place the equine calls home. The Ramtal Empire. And it whinnies and turns, hearing the bear fall, turning and nosing at the beast whos rasped breath barely flows air.
13:49 minotaur21560: WHAT!!! I run out, clutching my Ramtal Epi Pen Equivalent and Emergency Ursine Size Resuscitation Kit... Quickly I daub a white cloth with disinfectant, uselessly swab the bear's dirty fur and then SLAM the pen into his huge muscled torso.... waiting for the telltale wheeze of indrawn breath to show he will come back... meanwhile I gather the other medications, not as powerful as the dreaded imperial ax but enough to do far more than is found in nations that abut the glorious empire of Ramtal
13:50 Roid_Irongut: “Damn it he didn't get hurt really bad.” I rush down and check his breath even I don’t know why I should care for my enemy. “Still breathing…but hurt very badly. I still got some salve in my lair.”
13:50 minotaur21560: The Emergency Kit, usually called URSARK for short will prove handy, but I nod encouragement for Capt Irongut to go for salve.
13:54 Roid_Irongut: I rush to my lair and take out the salve. These medicine should be used for injured slaves but I can’t watch the bear die. I rush down and see blood gathering in a pool underneath the bear. I rush to him, pulling out broken arrows, and apply the salve on his wounds.
13:54 minotaur21560: I see the salve "yes, this will help but we'll need a fair quantity... look at his size"
14:01 Garras: The reaction is delayed, no immediate sudden gasp but there is coughing, his eye flickering open only when the arrows are pulled, a putrid yellow venom sizzling the moment it comes into contact with fresh air, steaming mist in the cold morning as the bear begins to hack and cough, darker yellow phlegm spattering the ground as the bleeding starts to thin and the salve packed around his wounds starts to slowly even his breathing. "New.. poison.." The bear letting out a weak snarl but even now already trying to get to his hands and knees, despite everything as he flickers his eye between Minot and Roid, taking in the silent information with a hackle. "Expansion.. briefly... Delayed." The bear suddenly hacking another bloodclotted lump of chest gook. Glistening like some foul jewel.
14:02 minotaur21560: "POISON? new poison...." I run back to the guardhouse... the antidotes... snakes, spiders, counterpoisons... I find some of the generics, scoop up a handful, race back to the side of the grand general...
14:04 Roid_Irongut: “These salve only works for flesh wound…must get some potion to cure the poison…” then I find Minotaur already rushed to get a bottle of liquid back.
14:04 minotaur21560: The best hope is these undead spiders - genetically modified by the imperial ax... they are covered with vivid pink and blue fur... I open the jar... the teeter a little as they begin to emerge and then regain their equilibrium s they crawl up the spiky fur on the bear's blood-spattered torso... they bend to begin biting, injecting the GMO anti poison...
14:08 Roid_Irongut: I watch with a frown face while the undead spiders bite Garras’ already bleeding wound. Those spider poison might kill him if that’s not the right answer.
14:10 Garras: There's a wince as the bear slowly shakes his head, teeth grit under the bites of the spiders but the relief is palpable and he slowly rises to his feet shortly after, looking ever much the picture of his normal self despite the tugging of his lip beyond other bites. With a snort, the beast slowly hunkers back down to pick up his helmet and idly caresses the skull with the leather of his gauntlet's palm as if wiping the dust off of its silver filigree. "It would seem we have a new warrior instead of a stinking wretched slave, Minotaur."
14:12 minotaur21560: I glance towards Capt Roid, former slave, then back at the bear. "It is so, Generalissimo. Praise the eternal and occasionally unfathomable wisdom of our Liege, offspring of the mountain and the sun, Darkram the Effulgent"
14:12 Roid_Irongut: “Watch your muzzle bear.” I cross my arms. “Though I only help to cure the flesh wound, but you’d be dead without this wretched slave you called.”
14:19 Garras: The bear nods at Minotaur's direction, making the sign of the empire in silent acknowledgement and respect, a thumb extended and drawn across the neck to the shoulder and then drawn curtly back across. Then he turns to Roid and his single dark brown oak is steady.. as stoic as a boulder. "You are a warrior now. Seeing you shed your slavery is one of the many reasons my blade draws blood for the empire." The bear snorting at the last. "...Death is nothing to the Ramtal Empire. You of all people should know that better than those cowering slaves still yet clutching the bars of their cages like cubs suckling teats." The bear allows a rare ghost of a smile then. "You would not be caged, if you were a slave Roid. Welcome to the Empire." Then he turns to Minotaur. "See to it that we produce more antivenom." He murmurs as he goes to the saddle and pulls a couple quivers of enemy arrows. "The prisoners can make themselves useful for the production."
14:21 minotaur21560: "Yes... I will inject them with spider eggs which should hatch in no time at all. Thank you Your Excellent Bearness"
14:21 minotaur21560: "And good luck with rebooting the campaign!" this tossed after the receding figure of the bear who is now again militant and in fine form.
14:25 Roid_Irongut: I feel ashamed that the bear I regarded as brainless brute treat me with respect while I utter insulting words to him. I was about to stand aside and salute to the bear until I hear those words. “Wait..what are you going to do to the slaves for making antibiotics.” A bad feeling sinks in my gut.
14:26 minotaur21560: "oh it won't really hurt them, just borrow their metabolism for a few days... maybe give them some waking nightmares for a while..."
14:28 Roid_Irongut: “I won’t allow that. If we treat slaves like disposable property, one day they will stab out back.” The imagine of Jake puking and twitching in pain haunt my mind. “We can make antibiotics with animals.
14:31 Garras: The bear lets out a dark laugh as he turns to look back at Roid with a vicious fangfilled grin. "So, you see now. The shape of my mercy Roid. See to it you cultivate your own. The wounds of a warrior.. are as nothing compared to the atrocities of slavery." He shrugs a moment. "Their sacrifice will not be in vain. This antivenom will bring our crusade to a..." And then he stops, staring grimly. "..So long as it is wholehearted in purpose to the Empire Roid. But watch yourself. Acting in slavish ways is as useless to me as you donning manacles once more. And you know my lash will hold you to the same standard as it always has."
14:35 Roid_Irongut: “If we are in battlefield then I’ll obey your order. But now you just make excuse to poison our slaves for fun.” I walk to Garras and stare right into his eyes. “Yes, sometime whipping is useful to tame slaves, but consume them with such weak reason should not be allowed.” I walk over until our chest press against each other. “And your lash couldn’t scare when I was a slave. You think I’m afraid of it now?”
14:42 Garras: The bear meets that gaze. "What exactly is fun, Roid?" The clank of their armors rattle against one another when he moves. "You think me some thoughtless tyrant dedicated to your personal unhappiness? You are the one who is half blind Roid. Not me. And fumbling in the darkness you have found your first step out of the abyss. What is allowed? What is fear? You will come to know your answers as I have found mine." The bear hackling as he leans his head down and bares those fangs. "
14:45 Roid_Irongut: Our armors and muscles clashed as you push me aside. I refuse to take your words but somehow I sense something….something bitterness and sorrow behind your words. I growl and turn away. “No venom in slaves” I hit my boulder sized fist on the wall and shake the room.
14:47 Garras: "So be it." The bears growl carrying the words behind him as he tends to other menial, but no less important, duties.
14:49 minotaur21560: The core purpose of Empire... what more could it be than to make the menial into the important... Praise the perfect wisdom of Father Darkram! Let me praise him in all eternities!"

LATER

20:56 Garras: Sparks spatter out around him in the middle of a large room with a furnace, the blazing coals illuminating the bear's silhouette, the shadows cast looking large, as if the bear's shadow could engulf the room and the dull scrape that echoes and emanates from the room is constant, the rasping rake of stone on steel, time and time again.
20:58 Roid_Irongut: I hear the sound and steel forging. I don’t know there’s a forge here and I follow the sound and find the bear hitting irons. I lean on the door frame and watch with curiosity
21:04 Garras: The beast is stripped bare to the waist, sweat having long since stuck his fur to his musculture. With the fur stuck down, he seems smaller somehow, but perhaps only because he normally seems so much larger than life and the rhythmic thunk of his hammer slowly tempers his steel as he hones the edge of what appears to be another claymore... His head tilting and turning just so, as if angling for better vectors to strike from. "You're staring." The bear rumbles, the voice reverberating through the room.
21:07 Roid_Irongut: “Great observation you have.” I shrug and squeeze my huge body through the door. “You are making another claymore. What happens to previous one?” I pause for a second. “What happened to you last night?”
21:20 Garras: The bear snorts as he lifts the sword and seemingly looks down its length for impurities before fliping it over and hammering three fourths of the way down its length. "The claymore goes with the others. Where it belongs." The bear doesn't seem willing to elaborate, true to his typical stoic nature. He hammers a couple more times and then glances down the blade a final time before dumping it into a barrel with water in it, the harsh hiss wafting mist into the air. "Last night, I encountered resistance on my way to Alteria. Cowards that they were, they waited until my regimen had made their way into the woods before firing from cover. They used a poison I've not encountered before. Sedative. I was fortunate that whatever they used was not effective on my horse. What was to be a glorious battle had become a mission to recover intelligence. They will all perish soon enough." The bear snorts as he hocks a wad of spit on the ground and rolls his neck. "Have you come to gloat?"
21:29 Roid_Irongut: “Planned to but I decide to go easy on this wounded bear.” I walk closer and see sparks jump on your dark fur and extinguished with sizzling sound. “Minotaur will soon make antidote from animals. Then we gonna make those cowards pay. To fell a proud warrior with cheap underhanded poison shall be punished. Those cowards must learn what is true battle of men.” I punch your broad back. “Only if this fuzzy bear recover enough to swing his claymore again in battle.”
21:38 Garras: "I am recovered enough for the likes of others due west. Let the Alterians lay awake, sleepless and uneasy. They will expect retaliation. They will recieve none. The reign of Ramtal is eternal, and these pissants think themselves having won some great victory." The bear's muzzle curls with dark intent.. his stormy white brows creasing. "We will let them be for a month while I have our servitors prepare alchemical fire. Send in supplies that will combust and burn their homes to kindling while they fooloshly haunt the perimeter for an enemy that never comes. When they return in a panic.. we will ride. We will slaughter. There will be no battle. Only death." The bear stands, his eye staring at the furnace over long before turning. "I need a bath." The bear utters before shouldering his way out of the room towards the barracks.
21:50 Roid_Irongut: Cut opened flesh and beheaded corpse tattered on blood soaked sand. War cries thunder across all the battlefield. Somehow the gruesome scene float and form in my mind just from hearing your plan of vengeance. A big cruel grin emerges on my bearded face and my heart pumps fast when I remember the old days fighting in every battlefields. I even imagine I wield my sword charging with my empire troop and bring back more slaves….SLAVES! I feel cold eerie wind blows on my spine from the dark tunnel of the dungeon. How can I free them if I still want more slaves in my heart? I shake my head and decide to think about it later.
21:52 Roid_Irongut: I hear you saying you are going to take a bath. Then I remember I haven’t cleaned myself since I’m throw into the cell. Sweat and some blood stain still sticks on my flesh from last torture. I groan and follow you wondering what the empire bathhouse would look like
22:05 Garras: The cavernous halls of Ramtal are tall and looming, the gothic architecture designed to make every being inside of them look small and up ahead, there appears to be a spectacular washroom, the floor suddenly becoming a mosaic of battle, conquest and glory as murals along the walls of steaming showers loudly proclaim the glory of the Ramtal Empire, banners and mounds of defeated foes, crowds of believers clutching at the base of the pedastal that is rightfully Darkrams. The smell of expensive soaps.. the warm misted heat. Slaves beset to washing. To being fucked. To grooming and even feeding grapes to some of the other high ranking warriors. It's a paradise. And the bear abruptly turns at the entrance and walks down the hall and the path outside that leads to the common soldier's barracks.
22:16 Roid_Irongut: I’ve been my old king’s toy to satisfy his vicious desires. For countless times I was dragged to his bathhouse for slaves to wash my battered body. I thought that was the most luxurious room... until this bath house—this hall—shatters my fixed image of extravagance. Just when I think the bear general will call slaves to serve him, he turns to a path labeled as soldier’s barracks. What in the barracks tn attract this stoic bear more than that paradise? I snort and keep on his steps.
22:24 Garras: The bear's pelt gleams under the summer sun, the distant shrill of insects buzzing about seemingly a part of the bear's aura as he makes his way down the winding path where rows of men practice sword drills. A couple of officers turn to salute and the men follow up in turn before going back to their drills but the bear makes singleminded purpose towards bricked pathway that leads around to what looks to be the commoners showers. Here, there is only a bricked patio and six stations with pumps, no privacy. Simply pure utility as the bear begins to undo his breaches while seven other soldiers are in the process of bathing. Three of them under the cold spatter of the liquid downpour while the other three pump the water for their counterparts. The seventh soldier is turned around when he sees his brothers wave to someone and he turns to sudden shock that it is the bear Generalissimo and stands shock still for a moment before the bear snorts softly and takes his place at one of the pumps.
22:29 Garras: The soldier actually pisses, his cock trickling with an unsteady dribble and then flinches with a yelp while the others laugh as the cold shower water splashes down around him, the bear smiling a genuine smile as the soldier gets shaken out of his reverie to start to bathe himself while a single slave comes around to offer him small bottles of shampoo, of body wash, the slave making his rounds as evenly as if he were one of the soldiers while the bear puts on a display, the heave of his mighty biceps flexing and his forearms cording as the warm baking heat makes for a delicious counterpoint to the cold wellwater that stiffens the soldiers hairy chested nipples and makes his cock shrink and his smile wide.. bathing himself in tune to the rhythmic creak of the bear's pumping.. The soldier takes his time and the bear makes no complaint.. but when the soldier is done, another arrives and offers to take the pump for the general, the bear nodding as he takes his place under the spout..
22:35 Garras: The bear is soon brought a heavier bottle of wash, his fur demanding a bit more maintenance, and a soldier even walks up with a large wooden brush, seemingly kept on a rusty nail with black furs clinging to its short boarbristles, the word Garr carved into the haft crudely with what was likely a chisel and soon it too is thick with suds as the soldier scrapes the bears broad shoulders with the brush, all those spots that the burden of having thick armored muscle make impossible to reach for the self.. the bear in his element now as his shoulders square up to the brushing, his head tilted back and looking like wet polished jet as the shower trickles wetly between the bricks. Before long, the bear is clean and opens his eyes, sort of unhypnotized from his bath and sees Roid as if for the first time and cocks his head. "Well. Is yer mangy arse going to bathe or what?" The bear grinning as the men chuckle.
23:04 Roid_Irongut: I growl hearing your mocking. I nod to a slave and he comes stripping me naked. Sweat and blood stained clothes are collected and sent to wash. I walk to a pump at your opposite site and let the cold soothing water splash my sore muscles. I let out a groan in relief. Another slave comes and brush my muscle bound body—neck, arms, back, armpit and my manhood. I’m not used to let other man serve me but soon I let myself indulge a bit. The slave massages my knotted muscles and rinse them with salve. Cold water washes away the dirts and make me feel as fresh as a newborn child.
23:09 Roid_Irongut: The slave carefully wipe my water dripping body dry and brush my hair. A large towel wraps my waist until they find new clothes that are big enough for my waist and package below. “This place may not be as pretty as the bathhouse, but still it’s the best one I’ve ever had.”
23:16 Garras: The bear is in the middle of using a third towel to dry off and shrugs. "It's what I'm used to. Community." The bear murmurs as he finds the soldier that helped brush him and offers a fist bump. He's still towelling off his shoulders as he goes to the nearby rack of clothes and gets what appears to be pants in his size and dresses himself. "You are, of course, welcome as much here as the bathhouse at the castle." The bear reaming his ears out now with the towel before dressing himself and walking off the patio to stretch in the sun, the chill of the shower quickly becoming a cool bliss in the passing breeze. He folds his arms. Twists his waist. Stretches out his legs with hunkered leans.. Limbering himself before looking off towards the horizon blankly. Mentally deciding what he wants to do.
23:30 Roid_Irongut: For a moment I just watch you stretch under the sun with soldiers talking and relaxing around. It looks more like a family than barrack. Once again the view provoke the surge of serving the god king and fighting for this peaceful sight inside my heart. If I was not in the dark cold cell I would believe the emperor rules with kindness. I shake this thought off when a slave deliver me new pant . I put it on and walk under the sun to your side. “I heard wrestle or fist fight helps the blood circulation. Wanna try or this bear general is going back to the dungeon?” I roll my shoulder and taunt
23:37 Garras: The bear is the middle of stretching his arms out and pulling his fingers back as he turns to look at Roid and flickers a grin. "Restless already? I shouldn't be surprised." The besr snorting as he shakes out his hands for a moment.. curling and uncurling his mallet like fists so tightly that pops and crackles from his joints ring out. "Go on then. Stance up." The bear drawls as he slowly hunkers down into his defensive boxers stance, his shoulders swaying as his lone eye peers over the edge of his gnarlknuckled fists. "Show me you have what it takes to surpass our enemies..."
23:41 Roid_Irongut: “You think I got promoted from slave to captain for nothing?” I slightly lower my waist and spread my legs. “Go command your soldiers to prepare healing salves. You will need them.” I grin then throw a left jab to your muzzle followed by a powerful right hook at your side.
23:46 Garras: The beast slightly sways as you make your approach, that oaken orb locked onto your shoulders and the moment you throw that jab, he sways into you, his head shifting aside to send that jab off the mark and shifting his bulky elbow to take the force of that hook rather than his side, the impact making him grunt and clench his fist a little tighter on that side before flicking his torso to the right to torque some power into a swift undecutted gutpunch aimed right at your navel, his teeth grit and his back carving with liquid steel.
23:54 Roid_Irongut: The loud bam echoes between pillars as your fist slams my navel like a meteor. “….Ouuuf…” sweat runs down my temple and saliva spill out my bearded mouth. I flexed my abs but the impact still still shakes my bowels. “You think it’s enough to knock me down?” I slowly push your fist out my gut with my abs. I take one step closer and torque my waist, then return the favor with an uppercut to your bear jaw.
00:52 Garras: The bear's arms can't come up quickly enough to dodge that uppercut and the clack of his jaws is loud enough to garner the attention of some of the other soldiers as they form a half circle around us, watching with a mixture of awe and admiration as Roid shrugs off a blow that some of the other humans have seen destroy punching bags. The bear for his part rolls his head off of your uppercut and snaps it back down as he whips a lightning fast hook to your ribs that seems to blur the air until the crack of bone on bone echoes out with a loud audible SMACK.. the bear reflexively recoiling off the vicious blow to ram another undercut right in the middle of the same spot he pounded earlier, the bear's fangs grit as his bicep bulges, twisting his knuckles in deep, his back flaring into a grotesque muscle flared tapestry that flexes so hard it actually ripples from the force of his blow as the reverberations rattle his skeleton beneath his meat.
01:06 Roid_Irongut: Just when I think I knock you down and prepare to bath in cheer from soldiers around, a crack burst out my ribs with great pain making me lose my balance. Before I recover your clenched fist once again dig into my navel. This time it completely buries in my unflexed muscle gut to your forearm. Our sweaty body freezes for a while until…”Ouuf..Uhh..Uhh..guoooo….” I collapse on your shoulder and puke all my half digested food out. My arms drop down and legs tremble. Your fist inside my gut is the only thing keeps me standing while my stomach juice wets your shoulder fur.
01:16 Garras: For a moment they stand there as still as carved statues as the full impact of that viciously impaling undercut utterly unsettles the muscled titan's equilibrium and then there's vomit, the wet slop that war murals never paint the picture of.. that never capture the steaming bile and the inglorious weakness of men so close to mortality. Roid's body starts to sag with dead weight and there's still no cheering... Its a shocked, awed silence that falls over the men, wondering what demon possesses the black pelt of their General, and wonder soon falls to a kind of horror, fear as they watch helplessly while the bear untwists his knuckles from the titan's gut like a corkscrew and reveals the twisted muscles crater his brute fist left behind, still wet and dripping with retch.
01:21 Garras: The bear's eyes are halflidded as he shudders, because in that moment he feels the Beast within him lunge his fangs into those pulsing jugulars.. can feel the satisfying primal grip of holding life in his jaws and crushing it, the blood, the gristled snap of bone and the wet gore on his face. His cock shamelessly hard at the ghost of himself wrenching his pound of flesh away from that neck and wiping his bloody muzzle as red mist cascades through the air... His balls aching at the pitiful last twitches of a mans final deathrattling gasps. The bear shudders for a moment.. breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth and his hands shake as Roid starts to crumble to his knees. And it takes all his willpower to not kick that brutalized stomach and crush those intestines to that spine as his trembling hands slowly come to rest at his sides and he forces himself to bow as Roid falls flat on his face before righting himself and stiffly walking towards the showers.
01:35 Roid_Irongut: Slaves rush to my collapsed body and it takes 5 men to flip me over and put me on a stretchers. A deep crater takes the place where my navel was and all muscle fibers around it are torn, twisted and turned purple. They lift me to a shower pump and clean sweat and puke off my body, then pour salve into that gut crater massaging my muscle gut. I groan and growl weakly in pain.
01:39 Garras: The same soldier that pumped for Garr before pumps once more and its sort of a strange quiet, silent but for the drips of water cascading around the bear as he slowly suds his arm around once more.. eyes shut as he rhythmically scrubs before waving off the water and coming over to Roid and taking a seat nearby. "Mmmh. It's a good thing war so often is embattled with swords, Brother. Far less pain from a decapitation or the piercing of a heart."
01:50 Roid_Irongut: “Hunnf…Unnf…speaks the bear that made this?” I weakly laugh and point the crater on my muscle gut. “But you are right. Even though It’s brutal to cut a man’s head off, still much better than starving to death.” I pant heavily. “The war waged by the emperor eliminated overgrown population that otherwise may cause famine. I think now I know why you follow his command. Hell even myself wants to truly obey his will.” I take a deep breath to ease the pain in my gut. “But slavery…that’s something I can’t accept.”
01:57 Garras: The bear presses his palm onto the titan's shoulder with a reassuring pat. "Not every act of war is bereft of mercy." The bear nodding as he heard the muscled man work his way through the tangled morass of ethicality when it comes to an empire and lets out a heavy exhale. "Outside of Ramtal, there is only so much meaningless death. Darkram, to my eye, seeks true prosperity for all. It is a dream I have dedicated myself to." The bears voice drifts off for a moment and then he shrugs. "...What man truly knows a life beyond slavery? Only an ignorant man, who in his isolation, does not realize the resource he squanders." The bear wrinkles his nose. "Human kind seeks slavery. They know no other way, having forsaken the law of Nature that says kill or be killed. They think slavery more humane. I see pigs. In cages. On antibiotics."
02:03 Roid_Irongut: “Even pigs are fed well until the day delivered to slaughter house. But slaves suffers from starvation, violence and disease. They should live as free men—at least they can choose death over slavery.” Again I point at the crater on my gut. “Not every man can be strong enough like me to follow jungle rules or take your punch.” I grin.
02:12 Garras: The bear snorts, hardly seeing the difference. "In the service of Darkram, we can purge weakness from a man in the crucible of torture until he is strong enough to stand as warrior alongside his once was torturer. You are proof enough of this. That you can look at the horrors I bestowed upon you, that you can look me in the eye and see more than mere animal." The bear snarls softly. "I refuse to believe some animals must be weak. There is only fear and death that stands between a man and his fate to become a warrior. Darkram wields control over death." The bear looking Roid dead center in the eye now, sheer determination burning throughout every fiber of the bear's being. "I control the fear... And eventually even hairless apes can conquer fear." The bear removes his gaze and its as if a large weight is lifted from Roid's chest. "From there, conquering Darkram's enemies is child's play."
02:18 Roid_Irongut: “There will always be weaker one in a group if you compare every of them. We stronger warriors should protect our people not enslave them.” I bear the pain and sit not growling. “You are truly a brave and fierce warrior. I’ll be honored to fight by your side to conquer all the enemies. However one day I’ll fight against you if our paths are still separated.”
02:27 Garras: The bear shrugs indifferently once more. "I protect no one. Whatever you may think of me, know that to be true. I see only slaves and warriors. I do not care how weak a slave is. I do not care how strong a warrior is, in truth. It is enough that a warrior is a warrior. And a warrior's duty is to lay down his life to the service of his Lord." The bear slowly clenches and unclenches his fists once more. "If you choose to fight for an empire where there is even a single slave who is complacent with his lot in life, then we are nothing alike Roid. Cast your honor for me aside because I fight for an empire where every man can decide where to lay down his life, rather than cower in fear feeling helpless, desperately whimpering for a hero to save him. A warrior Chooses Roid. That is the very core of what a warrior is."
02:34 Roid_Irongut: “Indeed we warriors choose, and I chose to cleanse the empire if the emperor still embraces slavery.” I stare at your sole brown eye. “Even that means one day you and I will spill each other’s guts and brains onto the soil.” I groan once more by the pain when I stand up. I look at you for a moment with anger, sorrow and admiration entwines in my eyes. Then I return to the dungeon holding my hurt muscle gut.
02:40 Garras: The bear watches Roid declare his truth and the bear's face is unmoved as the titan's face swirls with emotion.. ultimately getting up and leaving the bear behind as the beast slowly rises and walks off to get a shirt. "Why else.. would I be the monster that I am to the people who choose to be slaves Roid?" The bear saying it to no one in particular as he spends the rest of the afternoon amongst his men, training them in drills. Demonstrating his skill. Doing anything, and everything, to avoid the long walk back to the depths of the dungeon... And finally making his way back at sundown... His face slowly trickling away its happiness back to the stoic grim line that his emotionless features far too comfortably settle back into.

Published: 2022-09-28, viewed 88 times.