Archmage_Cataris
Settling in Altera
[Warning, the following may upset some of you. Read this at your own discretion. Contains an execution.]
Lysle sits at a bench on the harbor, an opened book in his hands and a lantern beside him, illuminating the words in the darkness of the early morning. He looks up into the twilight of the morn' and hears the faint calls of a bird from the rooftops. It was not long after that he saw his men carrying the child and a noose, the child wore a hood over his face so he may not know his own fate, perhaps his imagination will be much kinder than what is about to happen. The boys hood was quickly doused in pure alcohol, his tunic, trousers and boots had already been filled with leaves and sticks. They placed his head through the noose and stood him upright on the roof, one held a torch closer and closer to his hood until finally it lit, lighting up the roof and revealing the two men. They wore black and brown clothing with basic wooden masks to hide their faces, soon the rest of the boy caught aflame and one of the men threw out a kick to his back, knocking him from the rooftop to fall to his demise, the sound of his neck snapping was audible and faintly echoed in the quiet morning. The two men quickly raced off and out of sight, the boy hanging and aflame, the rope beginning to snap, Lysle jumped to his feet and began calling for the guards. "Help! Anyone! Please help!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, picking up his cane and rushing over to where the boy hung, continuing to burn above him and with a final snap, the rope broke and the boy fell three stories to splatter against the cobblestone ground. Lysle moved over to the boys side and tore off the hood, revealing a face completely unrecognizable, a visible tale that the boy had gone through hell and back only to go back there again and never come back. The boy looked starved, deprived of any and all food. Lysle stood up and held a hand over his mouth, unsure of what to do with the corpse, he continued to shout for help.
