Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160801172352

Hound looks down into the sunken pit.

It is dark, it is distant, but he can see. The rocks that have collapsed into the pit form a point in the center, having fallen against one another. They jut upwards and in all directions, a physical reminder of the violence occured here. It is a monument to chaos. And, there...

He sees an upright, flat rock. Something is chained against it. It's a Mamono. A Dragon.

But she couldn't possibly be alive...not in the state she's in. He sees her move, ever so slightly. He can feel it---her pain, her eternal torment...no, he sees. She is not alive. She lingers in the state between life and death, tortured. Something binds her to this world still, and she is being used. He looks away as his gaze shifts.

He sees a man in dark clothing. He is on his knees, bent double, an Undead Paladin holding each arm. He is not struggling. He briefly looks up... It's Ibrahim.

Another one, his stride confident, walks in front of the Doctor, blocking Hound's view. The man flexes his hands, stretching his muscles. Hound's blood boils.

Conrad.