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The sorcerer writhes in pain as the poison spreads through his veins.
He comes to, blind: a dark sack over his head completely obscures everything in front of his eyes. Mute: a gag in his mouth only allows him to utter incoherent moans. But he can still hear and feel. In addition to the poison in his body, his body experiences noticeable discomfort from external factors: he is bound, most likely with chains, and not only by his hands and feet. He hears little: the fresh wind, the smell of the sea air, some object hitting the ground, rising into the air, and then falling down again.
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This continues for some time.
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And again
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Then even that sound fades away.
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Silence descends.
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He smells tobacco; someone nearby lights a cigarette.
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- I am far from magic. - A familiar voice states. - I don't know what happened that day. God-like speed? Instant teleportation? Time stop? I can't know that; for me, it was just a moment. But that moment was enough for my trained eye to see you in the doorway before you did "it." I sensed the rot in you even then, when you approached me after my fight with the spearman, but I couldn't have imagined that you would kill my friend.
- Monster. - Another, equally cold, voice says. - Winter has never harmed a single person in her life, not even with a word. Why did you do it? For her amulet, which you took immediately after killing her? Did you not want to have such an opponent in the tournament? Because of your rotten nature?
- Yes... - The third man drawls. - She was a good person and did not deserve such a fate...
- But you, of course, don't care at all. - The fourth man says with a slightly nasal voice.
- You are just a wild beast, a murderer who only thinks of himself and walks over others.
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- I was planning to use the poison that Black Ice uses in the tournament against the sorcerer, but I was eliminated a little earlier. So we used it on you.
Several people grab the prisoner by the hands and feet.
- A normal wound inflicted by an arrow or a sword dipped in this poison would deprive you of the ability to use magic for a day, but we injected it intravenously. It will take a week or even two before it leaves your body and restores all the necessary functions.
The men throw the bound body into some kind of pit.
- But by that time, you will already be food for the worms. - The man pauses. - May the Knight and the Father forgive us.
- May the Knight and the Father forgive us. - The others add in unison, and the mage feels pieces of earth falling on his body.
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After some time, his body is completely buried under a three-meter layer of dirt, bound by chains.
And so ended the life of Gaeheg - Saeros Tingol.
He comes to, blind: a dark sack over his head completely obscures everything in front of his eyes. Mute: a gag in his mouth only allows him to utter incoherent moans. But he can still hear and feel. In addition to the poison in his body, his body experiences noticeable discomfort from external factors: he is bound, most likely with chains, and not only by his hands and feet. He hears little: the fresh wind, the smell of the sea air, some object hitting the ground, rising into the air, and then falling down again.
...
This continues for some time.
...
And again
...
Then even that sound fades away.
...
Silence descends.
...
.....
.......
He smells tobacco; someone nearby lights a cigarette.
...
- I am far from magic. - A familiar voice states. - I don't know what happened that day. God-like speed? Instant teleportation? Time stop? I can't know that; for me, it was just a moment. But that moment was enough for my trained eye to see you in the doorway before you did "it." I sensed the rot in you even then, when you approached me after my fight with the spearman, but I couldn't have imagined that you would kill my friend.
- Monster. - Another, equally cold, voice says. - Winter has never harmed a single person in her life, not even with a word. Why did you do it? For her amulet, which you took immediately after killing her? Did you not want to have such an opponent in the tournament? Because of your rotten nature?
- Yes... - The third man drawls. - She was a good person and did not deserve such a fate...
- But you, of course, don't care at all. - The fourth man says with a slightly nasal voice.
- You are just a wild beast, a murderer who only thinks of himself and walks over others.
...
- I was planning to use the poison that Black Ice uses in the tournament against the sorcerer, but I was eliminated a little earlier. So we used it on you.
Several people grab the prisoner by the hands and feet.
- A normal wound inflicted by an arrow or a sword dipped in this poison would deprive you of the ability to use magic for a day, but we injected it intravenously. It will take a week or even two before it leaves your body and restores all the necessary functions.
The men throw the bound body into some kind of pit.
- But by that time, you will already be food for the worms. - The man pauses. - May the Knight and the Father forgive us.
- May the Knight and the Father forgive us. - The others add in unison, and the mage feels pieces of earth falling on his body.
...
After some time, his body is completely buried under a three-meter layer of dirt, bound by chains.
And so ended the life of Gaeheg - Saeros Tingol.