Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-5543592-20141007221441

Daithi and J'Baad marched on in silence, flanked by Altmeri guards.

"Where are you taking me?" Asked Daithi in a pained voice. His bad leg was hurting him, in addition to the leg that had taken a dagger just below the knee. Walking two injured legs was not fun.

"Falinesti." Replied J'Baad.

"Are you going to kill me?" Asked Daithi again, undetered.

J'Baad snorted. "You do not fear death?  No... first I will torture you." The question was rhetorical, both J'Baad and Daithi  had already their own answers.

"I can handle torture." Daithi said assuredly. He'd been through much worse than this, or by anything the Dominion came up with. They weren't exactly known for their creativity.

J'Baad huffed, practically reading Daithi's mind  "Not torture of your body, but of your mind." Said J'Baad with equal conviction.

Daithi's self-assurance faulted, with self-doubt taking it's place. What had J'Baad come up with that he was so sure was the goal to successfully torturing Daithi?

"And when you are broken and shattered,"  Continued J'Baad. "Then... then I will allow you to die."

Daithi inwardly groaned as he glanced up at the seemingly unending treetops that blocked out the sky. How could Y'ffre be real, in a world where people like this ruled? His gaze returned ot the ground at his feet. The King was tired, and walking wasn't getting any easier. He felt tired, but knew sleep wasn't coming any time soon. It was going to be a long night.