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!uGYNBMPzOs 03/09/12(Fri)03:19 No.18262358You nod, and follow the demon over to where the rest of the group you brought into the tower is waiting. Sansa and Catalina are both standing back, watching as Camilus is sitting cross-legged, sweat on his brow, staring into the first inhabited cell.
"They used arcana to keep the sound from getting out." Sansa explains, anger on her voice.
Catlaina looks up from a sheet of parchment that they had been using "They had the mayor sign a contract that he would not inquire to this dungeon, and that he was not responsible for what was done down here. They didnt want him to... to burn with them."
You glance inside the cell, and understand the shift in mood immediately. The captive soldier inside is host to several demons, that is obvious. What is not obvious, is why he is doing his best to tear his own leg off, why you can tell that he clawed his own eye out. "Camilus is working to re-bind the demons properly." Teirana explains, inclining her head further down the hallway.
The next few cells are much like the first, captive men and women inflicting damage on themselves, and struggling against doing so. More than a few have corpses inside, or nothing but gobs of rotting flesh and drying blood. Near the end though, it is a different case. Every limb, organ, or aesthetic feature lost has grown back, though demonic in nature. Most of them pace angrily, eyes empty, even as their bodies prepare to kill, to destroy. Some are clearly still mad, cackling and screaming, silently through the sound absorbing arcana at the door to each room. All of them still look to be in immense pain, as their demonic flesh writhes and shifts, sometimes replacing more of the body, others, barely hanging on as the flesh it is connected to dies. |
