A day... two days... who knows how many had passed. That was the one thing that always was rough about captivity... you could never figure out just how much time had gone by. The first prison he was held in captivity in there was no light that reached him where he was at, until a year past and the tower roof had gone without maintenance. This place was no different, though the conditions were kingly compared to that of Garlea. Revan regained conciousness and found himself dangling by his hands, by metal chains a good three feet off the ground. He was stripped of his leather armor and was only wearing a pair of cloth pants that were in terrible condition. Blood was dripping down his wrists where he had been hanging by his hands for so long. His body spun idly and very slowly where the bolt of the chain would rotate upon the ceiling.
He wasn't in the best shape at this moment, he had been flogged, fresh cuts overwritten the scars he priorly had over his body, but the truth was, he would take Limsa Lominsa's torture antics over that of the Garlean Empire any day. He knew it wouldn't be long before One-Eye came to the prison. He had a feeling he may have been dealing with some of the militia figureheads, as there was much rumour that many of them were corrupt. Revan's eyes opened and looked to the wooden door as it opened, the Rogaedyn Captain from the day before, walking in... along with a very tall and muscular highlander, with long hair that reached the bottom of his back, and a rough beard and raven black hair. He had a tremendous deep scar that ran down his left forhead, through his brow, down through his left eyelids, and curved down over his mouth and under his chin. He wore an eyepatch over the dead eye.
"...it seems you have a visitor, Highlander." The Rogaedyn spoke quietly.
"...Leave us, Mardescus." The highlander said, approaching Revan very slowly.
Revan's eyes raised to meet Lengalad's and while there was no outward emotion shown on Revan's face, his eyes resonated a hatred more fiery than the flames that had destroyed his homeland. Mardescus turns and walks through the doors closing them behind him.
"Lord Revanoth, of House Malachai... I certainly did not think I would see you again." The highlander began to clap his hands in mock-amusement. "Well done. You've managed to kill two people, and burn down a building, and need I mention, the enemies you have made... Quite impressive for a day's work. Not something I would expect from the 'Jewel of Ala Mihgo', I'll admit. And in the thick of things you had killed my beloved baby brother..." The man drove his fist back and swung it full force at Revan's solar plexus. Revan coughed violently and began to breath heavily as the wind was knocked out of him. "...but here as you lie, without sword in hand... a pathetic piece of filfth... a waste of the gods' creativity. A weakling with only one inevitable end."
Lengalad halted just before Revanoth, and placed an idle hand on the side of Revan's thigh as he dangled there, looking up to Revanoth's beaten face. "Though, I am one who can easily forgive... provided that those who trespass against me try can make right by it... Celgad was weak hearted, weak willed... he's lucky I did not kill him myself. But you, Revan... you are strong. I saw with my very own two eyes, while I had them still, what you had done in Ala Mihgo. I could use a man with your abilities..." Lengalad had trailed off.
Revan looked up from the ground, eyes landing upon the man standing before him with great distain.
"... the last man who tried to bribe me to his will, killed my wife when I refused. That very man is now dead, Lengalad, and I assure you he suffered an unimaginable death..." The man whispered quietly. His words grew even more quiet as he continued, almost inaudible. "You know what I have to say to your offer?"
Lengalad raised a brow unable to decipher the man's words. He leaned closer to him. "What?.."
Revanoth drove his right knee with all his strength into Lengalad's nose, the highlander falling back against the ground, his hands rising to clog the nostrils which were now bleeding profusely. He staggered to get up, blood running over his mouth and down his chin. "...son of a bitch." He reached at his belt for a dagger and unsheathed it, closing in quickly upon Revan and thrusting his dagger, just below Revan's ribs. Revan roared in pain as the dagger ripped through his flesh, and crimson began to pour down his skin, dripping onto the floor beneath him.
The Highlander cocked his head back and laughed as he turned towards the door. "Death is clearly your wish... Who am I to keep you from such fate?" The highlander opened the doors and closed them, leaving Revan to his fate.
As Revan lost more and more blood, slowly he drifted into unconsciousness.
He wasn't in the best shape at this moment, he had been flogged, fresh cuts overwritten the scars he priorly had over his body, but the truth was, he would take Limsa Lominsa's torture antics over that of the Garlean Empire any day. He knew it wouldn't be long before One-Eye came to the prison. He had a feeling he may have been dealing with some of the militia figureheads, as there was much rumour that many of them were corrupt. Revan's eyes opened and looked to the wooden door as it opened, the Rogaedyn Captain from the day before, walking in... along with a very tall and muscular highlander, with long hair that reached the bottom of his back, and a rough beard and raven black hair. He had a tremendous deep scar that ran down his left forhead, through his brow, down through his left eyelids, and curved down over his mouth and under his chin. He wore an eyepatch over the dead eye.
"...it seems you have a visitor, Highlander." The Rogaedyn spoke quietly.
"...Leave us, Mardescus." The highlander said, approaching Revan very slowly.
Revan's eyes raised to meet Lengalad's and while there was no outward emotion shown on Revan's face, his eyes resonated a hatred more fiery than the flames that had destroyed his homeland. Mardescus turns and walks through the doors closing them behind him.
"Lord Revanoth, of House Malachai... I certainly did not think I would see you again." The highlander began to clap his hands in mock-amusement. "Well done. You've managed to kill two people, and burn down a building, and need I mention, the enemies you have made... Quite impressive for a day's work. Not something I would expect from the 'Jewel of Ala Mihgo', I'll admit. And in the thick of things you had killed my beloved baby brother..." The man drove his fist back and swung it full force at Revan's solar plexus. Revan coughed violently and began to breath heavily as the wind was knocked out of him. "...but here as you lie, without sword in hand... a pathetic piece of filfth... a waste of the gods' creativity. A weakling with only one inevitable end."
Lengalad halted just before Revanoth, and placed an idle hand on the side of Revan's thigh as he dangled there, looking up to Revanoth's beaten face. "Though, I am one who can easily forgive... provided that those who trespass against me try can make right by it... Celgad was weak hearted, weak willed... he's lucky I did not kill him myself. But you, Revan... you are strong. I saw with my very own two eyes, while I had them still, what you had done in Ala Mihgo. I could use a man with your abilities..." Lengalad had trailed off.
Revan looked up from the ground, eyes landing upon the man standing before him with great distain.
"... the last man who tried to bribe me to his will, killed my wife when I refused. That very man is now dead, Lengalad, and I assure you he suffered an unimaginable death..." The man whispered quietly. His words grew even more quiet as he continued, almost inaudible. "You know what I have to say to your offer?"
Lengalad raised a brow unable to decipher the man's words. He leaned closer to him. "What?.."
Revanoth drove his right knee with all his strength into Lengalad's nose, the highlander falling back against the ground, his hands rising to clog the nostrils which were now bleeding profusely. He staggered to get up, blood running over his mouth and down his chin. "...son of a bitch." He reached at his belt for a dagger and unsheathed it, closing in quickly upon Revan and thrusting his dagger, just below Revan's ribs. Revan roared in pain as the dagger ripped through his flesh, and crimson began to pour down his skin, dripping onto the floor beneath him.
The Highlander cocked his head back and laughed as he turned towards the door. "Death is clearly your wish... Who am I to keep you from such fate?" The highlander opened the doors and closed them, leaving Revan to his fate.
As Revan lost more and more blood, slowly he drifted into unconsciousness.
