... where have I heard that ...
where have I heard that name before
A boy sat deep inside a dark cellar, staring blankly across the dark room. Memories fading, he cannot recall anything save the torture that he had been through. The dark memories grow in this mind until there is no space in his mind to think about anything else. Dark shapes formed in his mind and intercede to reality
The air was damp and smell of rotten flesh
Torches was on walls with runes inscribed on them
or at least he thinks they were ruins, he cannot see anything clearly anymore when a soldier hit him across his face when he tried to escape. Sometime the runes emit a strange, glowing aura and his mind would trail off to magical tortures that his capturer had prepared for his mind. This is why he was not surprised when commotion broke out right outside the entrance when the ruins started to glow yet again. However, t