Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170120002949

The voice comes again.

"The man you murdered. Tied him to a tree, cut his throat...except you weren't very good at your job.  He took a long time to die.  You watched him, and your friends laughed at the poor job you did.  You made a joke about it..."

"I DIDN'T WANT TO! THEY MADE ME!" He cries, looking around.

"Did they? They put your hand to the knife, and raised your arm..?"

"I...I had no choice! I had a debt to pay off! Who is this??  Did they send you??  WHO ARE YOU??" He shouts, his voice breaking.

There is no reply.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" He screams.

"...turn around..."



It's fifteen minutes before the guards are finally are able to batter down the door, which will not open for some mysterious reason. They run down the corridor, swords drawn, towards the horrible noise. They reach the cell with the mercenary, which looks otherwise fine. They look around frantically, and find nothing, nor anyone else in the room. One of them looks down.

"Gods...someone get the physician! GO!" The guard captain shouts above the din.

The mercenary is on the ground, writhing, pale as a ghost, his eyes rolled back into his head.

He won't stop screaming...