Divinus's Arrest!

[Divinus 179]

“Quickly! Up there, I hear it getting louder!” The guard screamed back at the other guards behind him outside of Boiendl’s Brothel in Arethor in the dark of night. They quickly charged inside, searching for the crys of distress and pain that came from inside. “Help, somebody please!”, Came a cry from upstairs, “Get him away from me!”. The guards trotted up the stairs in their armor, the woman of the brothel screamed, and ran downstairs as the men surrounded the door from which the horrific cries came from. Another cry came from the room, “Oh dear lord, somebody please save me!”. The lead guard grunted, “Now!” A guard with his blade drawn put into the wedge of the door and snapped it open, breaking part of the door.

The Guards stormed the room, only to be finding horrors that they could only think in their dreams, brought to life. On the bed laid Throdo Therving, strapped to the bed with an apple in his mouth, part of it bit off with blood on his tunic.

The guards eyes trailed the blood to the floor, where to their surprise, an Orcs head lay on the ground, its body right next to it. One of the guards puked over one of the other guards open face, causing them to puke as well.

The horror did not stop, as there eyes searched the darkened room, they saw a figure not moving, and staying utterly still. “Give me a torch somebody!” One of the guards took one of off the wall and gave it to the lead guard, who brought it closer to the figure, revealing the smiling face of Divinus, splotches of blood lay across it. They looked down to Divinus’s left hand, it held a Halfling by the ankle. They held the light closer, seeing a variety of Halflings dangling from the ceiling with ropes around their ankles. Divinus finally spoke up, “Gentlemen.” The guards looked in horror at Divinus, his eye’s shifted over the guards, then he dropped the Halfling on its head and attempted to run through the guards, only to be captured by them and knocked out.

Divinus awoke to being dragged through the Throne Room of the Black Keep by his knees. The guards dragging him threw him to the ground as they quickly backed up behind him, Divinus slowly rose to his knees, noticing the shackles around his hands. “W…what is this”, he mumbles to himself. His eyes bring him to view King Godfrey upon his throne, looking down at Divinus with disgust in his eyes, while Divinus smiled up with a grin from ear to ear.

Divinus began to speak, “ ‘Ello M’ Lord, how are you doin’ on dis fine da-“ “DIVINUS VON XIPHIAS,” King Godfrey boomed, “YOU HAVE CAUSED THE HOLY OREN EMPIRE GREAT SHAME WITH THESE…. DESPICABLE DEEDS OF HORROR AND MUTILATION.” Divinus chuckled a little, “Despicable? I was just havin’ a little bit of fun.” Godfrey stands grumbles then stands to his feet, “Send word to Hochmeister Mirtok! Have him come to the Black Keep at once!” Birds with messages fly through the windows as they are opened, they wait for Mirtok to arrive at the keep.

After a period of time, the doors of the keep swing open as Hochmeister Mirtok walks in with a few sariants behind him. Hochmeister Mirtok walks past Divinus who still lays on his knees, he then bows before Godfrey. “M’lord, what is it that you request of me today?” Godfrey motions towards Divinus, “This abomination, I want him in Fickloch for a while, maybe that will bring the insanity out of him.” Divinus smirks at the thought of Fickloch, hearing so many stories of horror and torture, his smile only widens as he looks up towards Godfrey and Mirtok.

“I’ll make sure he receives a long and painful death M’lord,” Mirtok says as he motions for two sariants to pick Divinus from the ground. King Godfrey grumbles, “Ney, I ask for him to return to sanity, not to walk to death. He will return to this spot when I think he has spent enough time, without any mutilations, or anything of the sort, do I make myself clear?” Hochmeister Mirtok nods his head, “As you wish, M’lord.” He bows one more time before walking out of the Black Keep with the two sariants dragging Divinus by his feet out of the keep to Fickloch.

((This is an explanation for why I’ve been gone in Rp terms, Fickloch= me being ban. I’ll be back soon my loves. ))

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*Alexander shakes his head in disgust, seeing the spectacle from his seat next to his father in the Black Keep*

"Damn shame. He used to be such a fine man, but I guess we all have our breaking points. I have faith he can return to use, and God in due time. All men deserve at least one chance"

*Alexander quickly shifts his attention to the page at his side, who shispers something, to which Alexnader nods, grim faced*

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