Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160828022403

Jeiel is held in place by the slime at his feet. The other beasts  gather around, waiting to rip him to shreds at Conrad's command.

"Oh?  Your wives, you say?  A pity that this one attacked me before I could control it." Conrad doesn't even look at the Grizzly.

He walks up to Jeiel. Before Jeiel can say a word, Conrad's mailed fist flies across Jeiel's face as he is held in place. Jeiel falls backwards, caught by the slime.

"You know exactly what it is he seeks.  Tell me what it is."

Jeiel says nothing.

"TELL ME!"  Conrad bellows.

Again, when he says nothing, Conrad redraws his sword. "If you don't tell me, I'm not going to kill you.  I'm going to order your wives to kill each other, and make you watch.  Then, I'm going to destroy your city, and make you watch.  And when everything is done, I'm not going to kill you."

He reaches out and puts his hand around Jeiel's throat. "I'm going to hang you in a cage above your burned Veritatem and make you a signpost of misery.  They will write songs about the types of pain I'm going to give you."

He turns and leaves to go search, leaving Jeiel to the beasts around him.

He can see it now. It's bigger, in the sky. He can see the towering form of the Crucible as it bears down in the distance. He knows it is only a matter of time before the magic-killing wave hits him...