The pain was unbearable at times. But at least the torture hadstopped for some time. The Elezen captor had been called away and instead had left Pyralis to rot away in his prison. The room was cold, dark, and not a single sound could be heard except his groans of pain and his own heartbeat. Pyralis had lost track of time mainly as he was locked in a dark room with little to no interaction from his captors. The interrogators had even forgotten to feed him for quite some time. The blood loss, broken bones, and lack of food left him weak, crippled, and clinging to life. Yet he found it in himself to not give in to it all and betray his allies. He could tell the Elezen was not happy about the progress and wanted Pyralis to start spilling information sooner than later.
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The Hyur interrogator had let it slip about a failedassassination attempt at the Ul’dah ball which gave Pyralis more hope. It fueled him to believe that the exiles were still ahead of their killers. He started to feel around his body to determine what was broken and needed healing. Ribs...broken, left arm…broken,knee…very broken, nose…broken, Gods how must I look? Pyralis saidgrimacing as he poked and prodded his body. The hunger pains were also growing worse as time passed. Has it been a weeksince I last had anything to eat? He thought staringinto the darkness, listening to the beat of his heart.
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Pyralis looked up at what would be the ceiling if he could see.He promised that if he somehow made it out of this entire ordeal alive that he would pick up the bow and harp again. He would change his life around and be the defender he once was. One tends to change their views of life drastically when they are tittering on the edge staring into the gaping maw of death. Pyralis was determined to live and fight, regardless of whatever torture or punishment they had next for him. He clenched his fist and told himself weakly, “Survive…you’ll finda way out somehow.â€
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The Hyur interrogator had let it slip about a failedassassination attempt at the Ul’dah ball which gave Pyralis more hope. It fueled him to believe that the exiles were still ahead of their killers. He started to feel around his body to determine what was broken and needed healing. Ribs...broken, left arm…broken,knee…very broken, nose…broken, Gods how must I look? Pyralis saidgrimacing as he poked and prodded his body. The hunger pains were also growing worse as time passed. Has it been a weeksince I last had anything to eat? He thought staringinto the darkness, listening to the beat of his heart.
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Pyralis looked up at what would be the ceiling if he could see.He promised that if he somehow made it out of this entire ordeal alive that he would pick up the bow and harp again. He would change his life around and be the defender he once was. One tends to change their views of life drastically when they are tittering on the edge staring into the gaping maw of death. Pyralis was determined to live and fight, regardless of whatever torture or punishment they had next for him. He clenched his fist and told himself weakly, “Survive…you’ll finda way out somehow.â€
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)
