Ramtal Slave Dungeon

03:16 Garras: The bear is pulling the key free of the lock when he looks up and finds Roid blocking his passage into the cell and there's silence so thick you could cut it with a knife until the bear's gaze slowly burns a hole through Roid's skull. "What do you think you are doing, Roid?" The words as quiet and deliberate as stones being dropped into a lake one by one. That dark brown eye emotionless. Penetrating.
03:19 Roid_Irongut: Your sole brown eye pierce my my body like a razor. My warrior instinct kick in and my muscles flex ready for combat. “Just do my job general. Feeding a slave is a trivial task that shall not bother the high general himself.” I gulp down saliva which falls into my stomach like ice. My cratered navel and bowels starts aching again.
03:22 Jake_English: *Silence, save for the voice of bear, and captain, and dal. This young man is one who has long had rapport with the bear and the bull, and the dynamic between bear and captain has him listening with curious interest from his place in the peripheries.*
03:23 Roid_Irongut: From the corner of my eyes I see Jake listening our conversation. I try to make Garras only focus on me so his fury won’t unleash to slaves.
03:26 Garras: The bear stares at Roid and then eases his weight onto his right foot to slowly tilt his glance onto Dal just behind, cowering and shivering in his corner. "You're right." He murmurs before slowly turning to focus his gaze directly onto Roid, the weight like the dark clouds, heavy with ruinous downpour. "I can't be expected to do all the work. Shaping these slaves into warriors is not my task alone. I expect blood on your hands by day's end, Roid." The bear growls, and just like that the bear is walking once more, stopping and turning to look into Jake's cell, standing. Looming. Watching.
03:28 Roid_Irongut: “Wait…what…what do you mean general?” Seconds ago I thought you changed your mind but now your words weary me more. “I…don’t understand your order general Garras.” I can guess what he wants but I don’t want to admit it.
03:33 Jake_English: *Deep green eyes meeting grizzled brown eye, taking in the majestic stature of the bear general, the intimidating heft of his build and the danger of teeth and claws. This young man has been here almost the longest, and one would think him afraid of such a bear. But to one who has grown up in such wild lands as he, such fear in the presence of one who could easily maul him is natural, expected even. Whether for food or for sport a hunter must know to pick his quarry well after all.*
03:38 Roid_Irongut: Now I find Garras also put his interest on Jake. This young man still look up on general’s hulking figure with brave yet innocent eyes. “I’m here to save the slaves. Think! Think how to change his mind!” I yell to myself in mind. “I mean…it’s a bit late now general. Maybe we can discuss it after dinner.” I try to speak my words as calmly as possible
03:47 Garras: The bear doesn't even so much as seem to hear Roid speak. Instead, he's starting to hackle, the deep guttural rasp booming as the impudent whelp within the cage dares to look at him without even so much as a whimper. The bear knows fear even before it creeps across a mans features, and he doesn't even smell the faintest hint of anxiety coming from the boy. It curls the bear's lips into a disgusted scowl. "...You." The sound of that single word utterly drips with venom as the beast reaches out, grabs two bars and simply crushes them together, hackling and snarling as he opens the prison cell like a cheap can of tuna and lurches inside, lunging his gauntlet out to grab the boy by the wrist and lurch him out of the cell, dragging him like errant child to the main ceremonial torture chamber before wrenching that arm forward so hard that he cause Jake to stumble and trip and slam chest first into a large boulder, a rough bump of it catching Jake in the solar plexus.
03:53 Roid_Irongut: I see the brown eye turns red like a mad man. The bear general break the cell like a hurricane and drag Jake out. All these happens in a blink of eye. “Wait general!” I rush and stop the mad bear with my giant body. “Slaves are emperor’s personal property. Break his majesty’s toy will offend the dark lord.” I put my hand on your shoulder and try to talk you out.
03:56 Jake_English: *Someone is evidently in a foul mood today. What for is anybodys best guess, though perhaps his comrade in arms may know the cause behind the generals current displeasure. Just like that the bars are bent as if made of old and decayed wood and before he knows it the young man is being dragged out, stumbling along the path before he finds himself tripping forward into a boulder that knocks the wind out of him with a low groan. Dazed, winded, he tries to catch his breath with heavy huffs and pants, making the effort to regain his footing and unsure of what lies in store — only that it is probably going to be some wicked hurt.*
03:59 Roid_Irongut: “General…” my voice goes deeper and more threatening. “Put this hound man back to his cell, and we can take this farce like never happened.” I glimpse on Jake who’s coughing and gaging for air.
04:06 Garras: The bear looks at Roid as he attempts to play advocate for the slaves, the naked truth of his true loyalty becoming clearer and clearer in the face of the bear's razor scrutiny. And then Roid makes the foolish mistake to turn his gaze from the angering bear to look at Jake.... And earns himself a sudden palm to the throat that smashes his adams apple up into his jaw and clenches jagged claws in down around that bull neck, vicing and squeezing that windpipe shut to the gasping croaks of Roid's terror before the bear rears his arm back and shoves Roid back as if he were a rag doll. "Surrounded. Utterly surrounded by weakness." The bear snarls before yanking Jake's arms up over the boulder and securing his wrists to bolter leather clasps that secure him to the boulder.. his hand going to his waist go procure an all too familiar silver whip with an ornate handle. "You truly think you have nothing to fear, Slave? You think you are beyond terror? Allow me to test your resolve..."
04:11 Jake_English: *Now a spectacle of rowdy, untamed ruggedness unfolds as he tugs, jerks against the leather holding him fast against the boulder. His heart hammers quick and fast in his chest as he tries to steady his breathing as well as his footing for the occasion, not daring to look over his shoulder as the fracas between captain and general begins to unfold. But even being thus addressed he at last speaks, his voice low and mellow and only just a little rough from relative disuse.* I have never said— nor have i claimed such things.
04:11 Roid_Irongut: “Huuurg!” The huge muscular bear paw choke my bull neck and those sharp claw break my skin. “Garras..no…” before I can finish my words the muscle bound bear arm throw my almost 400 pound body away like a doll. My broad back hit the stone wall and my body slide down. “Unnnnng…” I’m dazed and struggle to stand up.
04:17 Garras: The bear's armor rattles, clattering from the force of his growing hackles that start to become full on snarls. "YOU THINK YOU ARE MY EQUAL. THAT IS CRIME ENOUGH!" The bear roar's, shuddering now with building fervent rage as he walks away and then turns on his heel to reel that whip out far behind him before lashing the biting cord harshly across the islander's back and instantly there is a raised angry welt, a rising stripe that sets the humans nerves alight in exquisite torture. "COWER SLAVE. KNOW YOUR PLACE!"
04:20 Roid_Irongut: “No…uhhh…fuck…” I struggle to my feet and drop to knees again. Buzzing sound echoes in my head and my vision separate to two. I just hit my head and got concussions. I take deep breath and hope the dizziness disappear fast before things are too late
04:22 Jake_English: Grrrrhhh— *The muffled noise caught between clenched teeth as the whip bites into toned back muscles lacks the raw volume of the bear generals roar. But it is no less rowdy, no less raw and primal. The young man rides the pain out with heavy, unsteady breaths, muscles flexing and tensing as the fiery sting sinks into his skin*
04:31 Garras: The bear sneers as he hears sounds he's far more familiar with. The sounds of suffering, the thrum of his muscles as they exert their considerable power.. its a symphony and he is its conductor as his nose twitches, scenting the blood in the air and feeling that familiar throb in his nethers. He smirks and almost haphazardly lashes a sloppy whip that ends up biting the boys shoulder before turning to look at Roid and reveal that maw full of bloodthirsty fangs. "You truly thought.. you could use Darkram against me?" The bear growls as he raises a boot and slams it down on the Titan's knee with a harsh crushing impact. "Did you really think your treachery would go unnoticed? You wouldn't know conviction if it spread your cheeks and ravaged your hole..." The bear snarls, that dark brown eye gleaming with beastial fervor. "A warrior chooses Roid. Don't tell me your bleeding heart is choosing slavery. Ramtal's empire is Eternal. Your suffering... infinite... Until you recognize our Truth...
04:40 Jake_English: Gnnnnnhhh— *Theres the familiar crack of braided leather against toned muscle, the rough bite that makes him throw his head back with gritted teeth and another muffled grunt through clenched jaw. The rowdy islander jerks against his bonds at the impact, sucking in slow, harsh breaths through his teeth as the burn of the whip slowly sears itself into his skin. The lot of every adventurer who finds himself in a tight situation. Perhaps it is because many of them end up with a build rather fitting for the lash.*
04:44 Darkram_The_Great: "WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?!"
04:45 Garras: The bear turns towards Jake once more. "Today, Roid saw fit to intervene in your behalf Jake. This is unacceptable. So. In addition to your insubordinate whippings, you're going to incur his as well. That means you have twenty eight more lashes to endure." The bear seemingly bolstered by his own monstrosity. "I do not expect you to survive the twenty first... But i would love for your wailing to prove me wrong..." The bear raising the whip despite Darkram's howl and violently beginning to lash Jake's back.. 3...4....5.... 6.... Murderlust driving the bear beyond reason as the smell of blood fills his snout and makes his heart race and pound in his chest.
04:46 Darkram_The_Great: "STOP IT! ANSWER MY QUESTION, GRAND GENERAL!"
04:49 Roid_Irongut: The emperor’s deep grunting voice wakes up up. I must lost my consciousness after being tossed away
04:51 Garras: 7...8....9....10... The silver whip is wreathed like a sadistic candy cane with blood as he then.. and only then heaves with effort, looking Darkram in the eye with that predatory baring of fangs, his pupil a pinprick... His arm trembling with the effort. "This Boy.... These Slaves..... THEY CONSPIRE AGAINST YOU DARKRAM." The bear pointing an accusing finger at Roid. "HE CODDLES THESE SLAVES..." The bear turning to stab his accusing finger at Jake. "HE THINKS HIMSELF ABOVE FEAR. AS EQUAL TO ME. ME!!!" The bear twitching like dread lightning fills him and reflexively lashes Jake an eleventh time. "I'll make them all warriors Darkram. I'll lash away their weakness.. I'll cauterize their disloyalty... Everything I do.. I do for your Empire, Darkram..."
04:55 Roid_Irongut: “Lord Darkram. General Garras has act weirdly since he return from the mission. Must be the poison on arrow tip that stir his mind state. Please command him to stop before he break your slaves.” I kneel before the lord.
04:57 Jake_English: Gnnnnhhhh— grrrrrhhhh, mmmmggghh. Ghaaaahhh, hffffff— *The whip flies and bites at hard muscles again and again, drawing harder, more ragged breaths out with each stroke. The young man tugs fiercely at his restraints with each lash, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, the pain building ever more insistently as welts are raised.* Nnnggghh!! Ghahhh, fuuuuhh— mmmgggghh!! Ooouuuggghh! *Those grunts start to give way to low, throaty growls, rough and raw and primal, as the generals whip traces fiery lines across shoulders and back, the islander finally speaking with ragged pants and gasps in the wake of the bears statement.*
04:58 Darkram_The_Great: "Poison? You really want to make me believe, that my Grand General is out of sanity, cause of some liquid? You're really so naive, aren't you?"
05:02 Roid_Irongut: “It’s..just my speculation, but the general has been extremely irritable these days. Please allow me to stop him before he break your…property.”
05:06 Garras: The bear howls with dark raucous laughter as Darkram takes Roid's feeble attempt to discredit him and grinds it beneath his divine heel. "FORGIVE THEM DARKRAM... THEY DO NOT YET BATHE IN YOUR DIVINE VISION..." The bear dragging his bloody whip across his tongue, his eye blazing with righteous fever. "But all in good time Darkram... All in good time.... After all.. we have eternity. I'll have these slaves mindlessly succumbing to your every whim. I'll turn the strongest into magnificent warriors... The surface of the earth overrun with your armies... And Death to All Who Stand Against Us!" The bear is fully bathed in his Lord's favor and whips 12... 13...14...15... The lashes starting to splatter blood everywhere from their welts.. their occasional slice of flesh... "If you choose to live without fear... Perhaps you will find choosing to be a warrior preferable.. Islander..Join me... or perish again and again... THIS IS THE FATE OF A SLAVE. CHOOSE TO BE MORE!"
05:09 Roid_Irongut: I still keep my head low and knee before the god king. The whip cut through the air like knifes and slashes hard on Jake’s body. Blood spills on my face even we are many feet apart.
05:10 minotaur21560: From the shelter of the guard house where I hide, I look out, vaguely wondering if it was the poison or the undead spider anti poison that has deranged the Generalissimo.
05:10 Roid_Irongut: “My lord the young islander might not sustain long. Please allow me to stop general Garras before it’s too late!”
05:13 Jake_English: Uuurghhh!! Grrraaahhh, mmmrrrgghh— fuuuuugghh!! Nnnnggrrhh!! Ghahhhh, haahhh, hrrrraaaaauuughhh!! *Knees tremble, arms tense taut and tight with each fruitless jerk against the leather holding him fast against the boulder. The whip has a taste for the toned, licking at sweaty, welted slave shoulders, raising fiery red marks and on occasion even breaking the skin, letting the blood come forth. It makes him writhe and jerk under the lash, panting heavy and hard in the wake of the generals last stroke.* Ghhhhahhhh… hrrrrnnnghhh… Do you recall— nnnnhhh, that the emperor himself made such an offer to me?
05:16 Jake_English: I— aaaauuugghh, i refused him then as well. I did not, nnnggrrhh, desire to serve in his armies. It is why i have been here— ghahhhh, fffffffuck— almost the longest of all of us. *Harsh, ragged breaths, being sucked in through clenched teeth.*
05:18 Roid_Irongut: “You hear the young man Garras. Stop torture him because you try to prove you are right!” I yell to the frenzy general
05:23 Garras: The bear tosses the whip behind himself as casually as if it were a toy and smiles, utterly radiating such intense malice and darkness that it starts to crackle the air with sparks of navy blue and purple electricity, sparking violently as the bears every step starts to make the very foundations of the dungeon quake as his arms get upraised and slowly press palms in around Jake's head, his dark furred fingers eclipsing the boy face like pillars of darkness that slowly latch their claws into his flesh, pricking his tips into the skin and drawing blood. "You refused him before you would have the memory of your skull cracked open like an egg and dying screaming, choking on your own blood, Boy. So I ask you now... Again..." The bears laughter beginning to bellow in his chest. "Do you wish to serve Ramtal? Or would you like your eyeballs to skitter across the floor while your brains splatter the ceiling?" The bear Darkness Incarnate as his biceps begin to bulge. Readying this horrific vice.
05:26 Roid_Irongut: “General Garras…enough is enough.” I can already foreseen Jake’s head crack and his brain spills like erupted watermelon. I forfeit to ask for permission. I stand up and ready my stance. If thing goes out of hand I’ll take my action.
05:31 Jake_English: *If the bear could accuse him of seemingly showing no fear before, he can definitely smell it on him now. There is no man alive who can claim to say he has managed to rid himself of the primal fear of death that lurks in every living being, even those who have been through as much already as he himself is. But despite his growing nerves at the impending threat of having his head caved in, despite the electrical storm brewing around the bear general, despite the pain of fifteen fiery red welts crisscrossing his shoulders and back… the young man shakes his head.*
05:32 Jake_English: *Even despite his fear he does not consider the prospect of changing sides.*
05:34 Roid_Irongut: The answer comes out from the young islander is definitely not what general Garras wants to hear. It a time for some action before it’s too late. I growl and my huge body dash out like a canon ball. I hit the bear’s waist with my shoulder and push him away from the slave.
05:43 Garras: There's a monstrous howl, a sound that could tear the sky asunder, bleeding the void upon all of creation and then there is a blur of motion as the beast gets slammed to the ground, his claws having scraped jakes face bloody...but leaving his skull intact from the shallow clawcuts as the bear slams into the ground and rages... Not in retaliation, but in fullblown nervous tantrum as he Slams his Fist into the sand and utterly heaves with enraged wordless howl, again and again, pounding the earth, the dust rising as electricity sparks around his fist, arcing bolts a couple inches away from his clenched paw... a searing heat in his chest like molten lava burning deep in the pit of his heart. "Why...." The word choked out as tears bleed down the bears bloodshot eye. "Why deny eternal paradise??" The bear convulsing as if the very thought makes him retch. "I will get inside your defenses Jake. I swear it. I'll make you see! Make you understand... I SWEAR IT!"
05:47 Roid_Irongut: “Step down general. Your mind is not clear right now. Where is the bear warrior within a noble and fierce heart?” I crush my elbow on your neck and press your air pipe close. Must make you black out before you make more foolish deeds.
05:51 Jake_English: *Silence, save for heavy, ragged breathing. Only now does he try to turn and see how the bear and the captain clash with one another, but he cannot turn his head so far around to see them fully for it would wind up breaking his neck. Something that would count as neither heroic nor just, to be sure, but something that would suck terribly to experience all the same.*
05:52 Garras: The bear's body lurches as he reaches out with a clawed hand that scrapes through the sand, trying to rise but that elbow on his throat has him straining, eye nearly bulging with the effort of his mania before the skin around his lips starts to discolor, his eye beginning to bulge... And then lidding slowly as his face grows tight, his jaw working weakly.. and then lets out a rasp as his eye suddenly rolls up and his eye lids, knocked unconscious and suddenly going slack.. a final rasping Why echoing out from his lips in the deafening silence that follows.

Published: 2022-09-28, viewed 42 times.