[The Dungeons] Breaking Point (Solo)

[Imass]

Winter 1

Awakening from his daze the Zealous knight found himself in a cold, black room. His mind was racing and his body was in a cold sweat. The last thing he remembered was endless vibrations ringing through his body, but even now his mind was still shaking. The side of his head hurt badly. Standing on a knee, Imass looked up into the utter darkness only to vomit bile.

Disoriented and nauseous, the Syliran Knight panicked. He reached for his blade only to find his hip naked. The Akalak panicked hard and doubt jolted into his mind. Insane terror overcame the blue man making him jump. He rushed forward only to have his feet taken from under him. The Knight face planted in the darkness.

The Worshiper of Tyveth shouted a swear and pounded his fists on the black stone; he was shackled to the floor.

Anger filled the empty space in his stomach that doubt and fear had created. The Zealot satisfied his fury with a roaring cry. He struggled to get free, but his efforts where in vain. Soon all his stamina left him and he laid down sweating in the pitch black.

As he caught his breath, the Knight saw a dim light ahead. His head was still spinning from the blunt trauma wound, but he swore he saw it. Catching his breath loudly the Akalak awaited his fate.

[Imass]

The room was illuminated in what's seemed like seconds. All around him candles had been lit. A brazier went aflame in a spiral of blue. Although dazed and confused, the Knight's adrenaline began to pump hard. His mind began to race again. Looking up he had to squint just to see the blurry outline of a shadow in the distance.

"Where have you brought me? Make yourself known! I am a man of action! Don't play games with me! Let's just have it; what do you mean to do with me!" Imass cried out in angry desperation. The naked Akalak stared at the blurry shapes, but there was no response. He could see the dark shapes laughing although they made no audible noises; that was enough to know he was damned forever. His captors had no honor and would show no quarter.

Ser Imass the Faithful swore to the Gods again, because at that moment he knew in his heart that he would have to play their games no matter what.

"Why am I here!" the Knight yelled. His voice was full of deep tone power, but desperation and doubt came behind. The Zealot was lossing his grip fast and he wanted everything to begin or end. He just wanted to know he fate. His mind was racing, but his daze prevented him from thinking. Imass was one hundred percent instinct at this point.

Curling his fists into super tight balls, Ser Imass rose to his feet and raised his hands. He didn't know what else to do, but get in his unarmed stance. He would make his last stand next to the shackles if need be. He had no scope of magic so his only thought was physical defense.

Ser Imass waited silently for the candle holding shadows acted.

[Imass]

Ser Imass demonstrated his fury with cries of passion and damnations of the dead. He prayed to the Gods for justice and asked for retribution. All his outburst where in vain though, for he was never answered with more than soft chuckling. The endless laughter just made the Knight even more angry.

"Have you no chivalry? You sit there and torment me with whispers and muted laughter, but you don't have the courage to come out and speak to me eye to eye! You have no principles! No honor! You are all cravens or are you cowards? You imprisoned me, now let me know my fate! Tyveth show them Justice!!!" Ser Imass said as he circled back and forth with his hands ready. The chain didn't let him go far; it was bolted to the floor and was only a yard long.

As the daze began to clear up, he realized he was standing naked in a oval pit. The candles he saw earlier where actually torches and braziers mounted to illuminate the pit. The platform above was concealed by shadows and that is where the figures schemed.

"Are you Nuits or of you the living? Answer me!! Am I being taken prisoner of Sahova? Where am I? Tyveth damn you all!" The Knight's fury was unshakable. He just wanted to release all his self righteous energy on something, but he circumstances reduced him yelling like a mad man.

The Akalak let out another outburst and his face was red and sweaty. After awhile the desperation in his voice filled the black stoned pit. He was convinced he was going insane. His mind was racing. He didn't even know how much linger he would be able to handle it. The Knight could feel himself reaching his breaking point, but his fury fueled adrenaline kept him going.

Just before he fell deeper into melancholy and spine cracking noise erupted from the distance. It sounded like a steel mechanism, but Ser Imass was not sure. Regardless, it silenced the warrior. Once again he waited for his fate to unfold.

[Imass]

The Knight's heart sunk into his stomach when he saw the Beast. The horrible monstrosity loomed over the chained warrior despite standing over ten yards away. Ser Imass knew his destiny now: it was to fight and die. The warrior had no idea why he was being fed to the creature, but the end result was all the same, death. The dark room and the shadowy figures would continue to exist, but not Imass.

Melancholy turned into moral terror enveloped the air as the silent Knight stared wide eyed at the Beast. It was an eight foot tall monster that was undoubtedly a living bear once. It's paws were as big as a grown man's face and it had long black claws to adorn them. The creature smelled like a rotting carcass and it's red eyes only confirmed it's undead qualities. Black welts of puss and blood leaked all over it's body. Jagged blood stained teeth stared him in the eye as the Beast snarled and roared. Huge globs of saliva dripped from it mouth as it looked at the Knight.

Ser Imass backed up as far as the chain would let him, but he knew soon the Beast would be upon him. Looking the creature straight in it's undead eyes made the warrior lose hope. He knew deep down inside that it would be over quickly, but regardless he was filled with terror.

Finally a voice echoed in the dark room, "The price for your life is death. Show us that you are strong enough and survive. Otherwise. You are not worth our time," The cold, monotonous voice showed no emotion. He could not gauge if the words where double edged or not. In the end though, the shadow's voice's statements where empty to Imass. He did not have the time to worry about games; the Knight was totally focused on the unholy beast before him.

[Imass]

And thus the desiesed ridden bear came upon him. There where no more thoughts to be had nor words to be spoken. Raising his hands up in defiance, Ser Imass prepared to fight to the death.

Before he could do anything, he felt teeth sink into his shoulder. He slammed a fist into it's ear. Suddenly he was lifted off the floor and was shook violently. Everything went black for a moment, before he was awakened by a searing hot pain across his back and legs; he was laying in a pool of blood face down. Instinct kicked in and he flipped over again. The undead bear was now standing on two feet roaring. Imass tried to stand, but he couldn't move his lower body.

Seconds later the bear came down upon him again. The Knight shot a hand out and the bear's huge, black jaws clamped down on his fist. A thought suddenly pierced through his adrenaline filled mind, 'Attack!' Syliran Knights never gave up and never surrendered not even at the bitter end. Ser Imass would surely die, but at least he could go to Lhex and say he stayed true to what he believed in.

Shoving his hand further into the plagued bear, Imass pushed himself up through the pain regardless of the consequence. In a matter of moment he was shoulder deep in the bears throat. His whole right arm was on fire and he could feel his flesh ripping at the shoulder. He was suffocating the bear with his arm now. The bear mauled his left side twice as it struggled wildly. The beast jerked and twitched and began to go insane for lack of air. Imass whole body was on fire now, but he would not give up.

Then the Beast fell dead.

The Knight let out his final cry before the blackness took over, "No one will deny me. No one will defy me. No one will tell me who I am or what I cannot be..."

[Mirage]

Imass

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Unarmed Combat	1

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	Surviving Sahova's test
•	Killing a Sick Bear Unarmed

Injuries

Imass suffered a dislocation to his left rotator cuff, as well as tearing in several associated Muscles. A permanent scar will remain that encompasses the whole of the left shoulder, and for the next 3 days he will be unable to raise his arm at all until the shoulder is put back into place (most likey Imass will have to do it himself). From that moment on Imass will have difficulty raising his arm above shoulder height, and even with therapy he will never gain full motility again.

Deep scaring covers his back, and his right leg has similar bit marks as his shoulder. He will forever have a small limp in his left leg due to injuries to his hamstrings, but with training he can overcome this so that it is almost unnoticeable.

There was compression of the Sacral nerve while the bear injured Imass' back, and Imass will now suffer from mild to severe chronic back pain. There is nothing to be done for this save for stretches and exercises to ease the pain, but for a knight it should not be so bad as to prevent him from doing his duties.

Several of the smaller bones in his hands receive mild fractures from the crushing force of the bear's jaws (specifically in his metacarple regions. This leads to compression of the nerves, which leads to mild to sever pain when clenching the right hand into a fist. The grip strength in the right hand will always be weaker than the left, but after recovery from these injuries Imass will regain full motility will only little pain.

Scars from the bears teeth run up from the knuckles on the right hand all the way to the shoulder, most of them jagged and ugly. Imass is at a sever risk of infection, and unless his wounds are properly treated the wounds will begin to puss, bleed often and swell. He will eventually die from the injuries if not tended to.

There you go! Imass definitely got some serious injuries, but most of them can be tended to without surgery. I am not sure how but Imass HAS to get those wounds treated by someone, anyone, or he WILL DIE. That is a consequence that cannot be avoided. Because Wrenmae is present in the city during this time the rate at which infection spreads is doubled, so Imass is on a timer.

I am happy to find a player so willing to put their PC out the way you have, and Imass now has some pretty intense scars to show for his time in Sahova. He received some scars on his face and neck as well, but I will let you decide how those look. Maybe a killer one over one eye . If you have any questions feel free to PM me