He woke up with his head swimming in pain and hunger. The darkness still surrounded his room with not a single thread of light coming through anywhere. The little hope he had for rescue was fading and quickly. It appears his interrogators had placed the sack over his head again while he was unconscious. This is where my grave shall be it seems. Pyralis thought trying to hold on to the memories, to some glimmer of hope.Â
Pyralis laid on the floor, although it pained him with broken ribs. As he began to close his eyes he heard a loud noise as if a door was being kicked in. The pain was overwhelming but Pyralis forced himself to sit up. The executioner has come...this is it, thought as he steeled himself for what was to come. But the noises grew louder, the sound of steel on steel, men groaning, men...dying? A million thoughts began racing through his mind and he smiled. Kiht had finely come to rescue him and the exiles as well. That small glimmer of hope grew as he knew they would not fail against this sorry lot of captors. Pyralis tried to remove the sack from his head but his hands were bound too tightly.Â
A man began to plead for his life and Pyralis heard the chuckle of a...female? Someone was taking great pleasures in the carnage and killing outside. The door burst open and Pyralis could make out little threads of light through the sack. Someone, roughly of course, removed the sack from his head and the sudden burst of light burnt his eyes. Slowly they adjusted and he looked up at the figure, a female miqo'te, a beautiful female miqo'te at that. "K-K-Kiht?" Pyralis said weakly. When his eyes finished adjusting, the figure stood before him covered in blood, dagger in one hand, a large grin on her face, and beautiful golden hair. The ex bard's eyes widen and he knew he was mistaken all along about his rescuer. He said weakly but with surprise, "Yangh..."
Pyralis laid on the floor, although it pained him with broken ribs. As he began to close his eyes he heard a loud noise as if a door was being kicked in. The pain was overwhelming but Pyralis forced himself to sit up. The executioner has come...this is it, thought as he steeled himself for what was to come. But the noises grew louder, the sound of steel on steel, men groaning, men...dying? A million thoughts began racing through his mind and he smiled. Kiht had finely come to rescue him and the exiles as well. That small glimmer of hope grew as he knew they would not fail against this sorry lot of captors. Pyralis tried to remove the sack from his head but his hands were bound too tightly.Â
A man began to plead for his life and Pyralis heard the chuckle of a...female? Someone was taking great pleasures in the carnage and killing outside. The door burst open and Pyralis could make out little threads of light through the sack. Someone, roughly of course, removed the sack from his head and the sudden burst of light burnt his eyes. Slowly they adjusted and he looked up at the figure, a female miqo'te, a beautiful female miqo'te at that. "K-K-Kiht?" Pyralis said weakly. When his eyes finished adjusting, the figure stood before him covered in blood, dagger in one hand, a large grin on her face, and beautiful golden hair. The ex bard's eyes widen and he knew he was mistaken all along about his rescuer. He said weakly but with surprise, "Yangh..."
FFXIV Characters:
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
