THE GUILDHALL COMPOUND IN EVERMOORE
Tyrin had been working as a prison guard for a few years, and had seen many criminals caught by Evermoore. But Tyrin had never been given such an odd set of instructions. He was specifically supposed to stand front in the cell with this criminal, and stab him with this wooden staff every time the criminal tried to escape “through the prison bars.” At first, the burly Asgarn was excited to inflict some pain on this criminal, but the creepy jerk didn’t even attempt once.
Tyrin had his fair share of criminals he loved treating poorly. Starve them, watch them grow dehydrated, watch the loneliness and insanity set in. But this one was different. This “Phage” just sat there and stared at Tyrin. Watching his every move. Occasionally this dangerous criminal would sleep. Tyrin was growing uncomfortable. He had been in custody for two days and didn’t once ask for water or food. Why wasn’t he breaking? Usually these evil criminals were begging for those life necessities.
Tyrin decided to break the silence. “Whats wrong with you. Aren’t you thirsty or hungry?” Phage simply stared back without saying a single word. Tyrin tried again, “I said whats wrong with you! Hey! Say something!”
After a few more uncomfortable minutes, Phage finally spoke, “I’m just having trouble figuring something out.” Phage’s voice was dry and hoarse. Good. He was clearly dehydrated. Tyrin waited. “Well! Go on!”
Another few uncomfortable minutes passed. Phage spoke again, again his voice dry and hoarse, “The way you hold yourself tells me that you’re the oldest in the family. But your choice of words clearly shows that you were the bottom of the pecking order. Was it your parents that allowed your mistreatment, or was it your siblings that pushed you around?”
Tyrin froze. It was the second one. Something was wrong with this man. How did he get that information from staring? Could he read minds?
“What makes you think that? You’re wrong!”
Phage went back to staring. Tyrin felt a rage building in him. “I said you’re wrong! Hey! Say something!” Tyrin went to poke Phage with the staff, but the staff fell short of the cultist by a few inches. He could probbaly reach him if he put his arm in the cell, but Tyrin wasn’t foolish. That was probably how this criminal was going to escape his obliteration. That’s all this was! An escape attempt!
“You’re just trying to escape!”
Phage nodded. “I understand. Siblings can be difficult to grow up with. You can’t quite choose your family as easily as your friends.”
Tyrin broke out in a sweat. “You’re not escaping.”
Phage responded with a quiet, “You’re right.”
Again, the two of them sat in silence. Tyrin broke the silence after a few minutes again, “Did you have siblings?” Phage nodded no, “I can’t imagine what it’s like, but I’d be willing to listen.”
The jailer knew this was a bad idea. He shouldn’t talk to this man. Phage was clearly dangerous and trying to get something.
An hour passed, and Tyrin couldn’t get his childhood off of his mind. The teasing and bullying from his siblings. How quickly they started treating him better once they found that their weak older brother was arcane. He became a warrior because he wanted to feel strong, but he hated admitting that to himself.
Phage spoke again with his dry voice, “You seem troubled.”
Tyrin sighed. “It’s just…. I have to be strong. I’m an Asgarn warrior….”
A few hours later, Tyrin was sitting in front of the cell telling Phage about his life. Phage sat close to the bars, eating a hearty stew and sipping from a tankard of water that Tyrin had brought him and listened to the Asgarn. A mana mirror sat on the floor in front of Phage.
CLARIFY: Feel free to FB message me to RP with Phage. The purpose is to allow characters to ask questions, seek closure, and interact with Phage before Evermoore carries out his sentence.