#v. fantasy

[companypride]

@riiese continued from here

"It's a, uh, a figure of speech. There's no one here but--"

Actually, maybe he shouldn't let the possibly-crazed giant, imprisoned for Goddess-only-knew how long and equally possibly out for revenge, know that Rhys was alone and vulnerable. Maybe it was best not to mention that.

"It's me and a team of guards. They're, um, watching you, so... y-you better not make any sudden moves."

Then the giant--Ingvar--kept talking, and Rhys... began to doubt. Jack did this. Of course he did, it was Jack's dungeon, after all. Jack had done a lot of... not-so-great things. Rhys had seen some of the results firsthand while travelling in the kingdom, before Jack had taken him here. But the giant's crime...?

"You... did what?"

Seriously, what was he talking about? Ingvar's voice was so broken and quiet Rhys wasn't even completely sure he was making it out correctly. But it really sounded like he was saying something about turning Jack's daughter against him.

Rhys had a lot of questions. Jack had a daughter? A daughter who was turned against him? In what way did he mean? How did the giant tie into all this? Rhys would have really liked the full rundown, because he was currently carrying this guy's soul, and it would be great to have any real idea of what he was dealing with. And what he was personally responsible for bringing back to life. But that was also the issue.

If he aided one of Jack's enemies, he was seriously putting himself at risk. They wouldn't care about the nuances of how Rhys didn't actually mean to bring Jack back and maybe he was actually kind of a victim in this, too, if you think about it. Jack's enemies would only care that Rhys was his weak point. It would be safer to just walk away. Rhys took a shaky step back.

"I-I don't... I don't know what you're talking about, dude. I think you must be delirious from hunger or something. Seriously, how are you alive? Have you been eating rats?"

Rhys raised the flame higher to get a better look around Ingvar and, instead, caught a look of Ingvar himself. He looked pitiful. He was, indeed, huge, big enough that Rhys didn't doubt Ingvar could snap him in half in better days, but he was all skin and bones. The rags around him barely covered a sunken-in chest and visible ribs. Rhys couldn't just leave him here.

"Have you... been eating anything?"

[romaniescu]

“Hear my voice beneath the sea Sleeping now so peacefully At the bottom of the sea Sleep for all eternity Sailors live so restlessly Come with me, sleep peacefully Listen to this siren's song Worry not for nothing's wrong Let my voice lead you this way I will not lead you astray Trust me as we reach the side Jumping out where men have died.” Photo Ref: Here 

[f4rgd]

@valdorin : “ Tell me where it hurts. ”

It isn't the first time he's missed and hit his own hand, he'd done it plenty when he was younger and when he had he'd been told to ' work ' it off, only for his mother to see to broken bones and wounds as soon as she laid eyes on him. He hadn't done it since then, not up until now.

The door had opened and in his surprise he'd slipped sending the hammer down onto his knuckle with a crack. He'd thought it was someone else, someone sent from the devil, someone who'd come to collect when he wasn't ready. Nose scrunched as he dropped the hammer and held his hand to his body he looked to Elle with relief mostly, if not for the pain.

" It's fine, I slipped - " It was a typical response from the likes of him, quick as it rolled off the tongue as he'd done years ago. " It will heal. Knock next time, please. " Aksel pulled his hand back to look at the swelling knuckle and muttered something akin to a curse word or two under his breath. " I was not expecting you. "

[f4rgd]

@sihnon : ❝ what are these monsters… i’ve never seen anything like them. ❞

He saw them in the distance from where the two of them both stood. The snarl was unmistakable, the outline of the tall bodies daunting from this distance even in the dark. Though he couldn't see the drool he could practically hear it in the noises emitting from the beasts. First the growl, then the high pitched sound that could be mistaken for a laugh. He'd faced them before now but still a rotten shiver travelled down his spine.

" Gnolls - " The smith said it almost dismissively. " It is probably best we do not get too close. " He didn't want a fight tonight - by the sounds of it they were outnumbered which meant it would only end badly for them. " We should stay down and if follow me lead then... " They should be fine, but he'd make no promises, he didn't trust himself enough for that. Aksel unsheathed a dagger that rest at his side and passed it to her. " Follow my lead? "