Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-4964060-20140619214029

(Sol) The man whimpered and pleaded for mercy as I kicked him in the stomach for the fifth time. My sister and I had found the bastard sprinting down the road after we had escaped the burning tavern, a variety of different potions strung along his belt. We had taken him to a small clearing not to far off, and I was in a position where I could still see the smoldering ruin that had been The Grinning Whale. Since we had taken him into our custody, the poor alchemist had lost his right eye, three fingers on his left hand, and a handful of teeth. My sister was off to the side, sorting through the potions our mark had been carrying with him before we had taken him, while I handled the gathering of any and all relevant information. So far, he had been silent.

"Once more," I grunted. "Tell me who it is that you work for."

Before the cretin could mutter a single word, he began to spasm and foam at the mouth. I called my sister to my side as our captive died in front of us before I could extract any valuable intelligence from him. Once he passed away, I knelt down and examined the body for anything that could tell me how he had died. I soon found my answer, as a brand had been carved into the back of the alchemist's neck; A red ouroboros encircling an open eye.