Even before their journey their items had been confiscated and they’d been shackled. They’d only been left the clothes on their backs, for now. Those who would become prisoners of Frostwarren were never expected to be seen again. Some arrived by land others by sea. Their freedom had been taken from them, their stories expected to end here.
**
Lilyanna and Edwyn were shackled together. The two cultists had been taken from their land of eternal winter. Yet this place they found themselves in now was still fitting to behold. They were inside of a thick wooden cart reinforced with iron. Along with them were many others shackled just the same, with collars fitted around their necks which blocked out the use of magic. One tugged at theirs while the rest had defeated looks to them. Hands and legs were bound together with irons. Outside of a small window that barely let in any light they could see a forest shadowed by steep canopies with thick trunked trees.
A bump jostled those who had been sleeping awake. Sorrow filled faces stirred and looked around before accepting their fates. One was a bit curious, a man with a mop of brown hair and a thick beard that just barely touched his chest inquired to everyone. “Why are you all here?” An awkward bit of silence followed but it was broken by an older woman who looked aristocratic sighing. “Tax evasion.” Some of the others laughed at this. She looked away with a bit of frustration.
Again the man asked question. “Any of you killers? Or are we all rather peaceful people? I’ll go next. I told a knight to go fuck herself.” Near the back a Dark Elf groaned. “They didn’t tell me why I’m here, I haven’t a clue.” The first man said his name. “Jed.” This prompted the Dark Elf to reply with his own. “Darathor.” Then the woman who evaded taxes for only so long spoke hers. “Janice.” Everyone got to speaking their names until they looked to the two cultists. “What’re yours? What are you here for?”
**
Up and down, up and down. The waters were choppy. A boat carried Callum, Ujarak, Dorian, Bigwit, Ruhi, and many more. Bleak Death was the name of the vessel, to those aboard it came across as a bit too on the nose. During the long travel they’d been getting colder and colder and some couldn’t handle it. Over the side of the ship the Sinkeepers dumped a rigid body turned blue and black from the cold which ended in a pity filled splay. They couldn’t take it, while the others toughed it out to the best of their abilities. Those crewing the ship wore lots of furs to keep themselves warm. Even with their rather toasty garments fingers froze and people got sick.
Commanding the ship was a woman known as Lady Icebreaker. They’d gotten glimpses of her in passing the few times she visited the below decks where the prisoners were. Her golden hair was well kept and at first she wore makeup but the further they got from society the less and less she wore until she’d finally forgone it. Deep emerald eyes had looked upon some of those shackled, there was no remorse or question in them.
Each prisoner had been fitted with a magic blocking collar. They were tight, uncomfortable, and didn’t appear to have any locking mechanism. How they’d been fitted with them none knew. One moment simply they were there around their throats. Locked in the back of the hold shackled to the iron reinforcements of the ship were a few beings. Those who were larger creatures were kept here, such a Ujarak. They had to shackle each and every one of his legs together which had been quite a production. The keepers didn’t seem too pleased with it.
Against another wall was a man who had been whipped profusely for striking a Sinkeeper with his head. He’d done no damage to their armor and injured himself in the process. His name had been spoken, Alexandre. He was stripped and whipped across the back and chest and was now laid out as an example. Whether the man was living or dead was hard to tell. The lady herself had taken part in some of the whipping, the keepers had made a show of it to teach the other prisoners a lesson. His skin now was turning blue from the cold. But he did not shiver or shake.
The lady appeared again. Her light steps could be heard coming down the stairs. Beside her were the heavy footfalls of the armored Sinkeepers who carried poles in their hands while having swords on their hips. When they arrived they struck the man in the side then looked to one another. A gravely voice muffled by a helm seemed to confirm the suspicions of many. “Dead.” Lady Icebreaker approached the bare man and her right hand began to glow. As soon as it coalesced in enough energy she punched the man in the chest and he sprung to life gasping for air. Immediately he began begging. “Please. Please!” She turned to the rest and asked them all a question. “Do you all know why you’re here?”
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