You are all tired, but too scared to sleep and shut your eyes. However you need your rest and fatigue fills your limbs like molten lead. You chose the spot Cockshaw on your left and Rykker in that funny read top to your right. No-one says a word as you continue your silent vigil, staring into the eyes of Volmark.
You dream. Or more realistically have a nightmare. You watch as a faceless black clad shadow :ninja: Somersaults into the middle of your group Brandishing a Black and Decker nail gun, it attacks a sleeping form. Nailing its victims feet to a wooden frame supporting a giant metal hamster wheel. Quickly the victims wrists are fastened to the outside of the wheel. The Black clad Shadow looks directly at you. Terror grips you as you pray the shadow will leave you alone. With a twinkle in its eyes ;) the Shadow plugs the wheel in*.
Gradually the metal Hamster Wheel changes colour and states to glow Cherry red. The Hapless Victim Screams fill your ears as his flesh shoulders where it touches the wheel. Then to your Horror, and the Victims dismay the wheel starts to turn. Slowly tentioning his body as its pulled away from his nailed feet. His bones breaking one by one as the wheel turns and his flesh melts.
Hours pass, and the Victims screams had turned to whimpers and finally stopped. Yet still the Wheel turned and glowed its terrible heat. His cloths had long burnt and the victims body had turned into sizzling goo. Realization dawns on you. This was no dream, and that Goo is all that’s left of Volmark – Anatole Kuragin- of the Golden Company
At least it your still alive, and nothing bad has happened. Well I say bad, but you do seem to be unable to move your arms or legs for that matter. Hmmm, something is not quite right, you don't remember that happening. Maybe you passed out when Volmark's burning stench filled your nostrils. And What is that on your Stomach? A metal cage. And there's something in it! You can feel the creature turning round seeking an exit.
Oh no, This is not gonna be a good night. Mad hysterical Laughter rings in your ears, it drowns out the sizzling sound and the occasional Gloop as the final drips from Volmark Spash into the growing puddle of goo. A person stands over you. You gasp as you recognize this person, you may even have made a deal or two with them. Perhaps this is their revenge after all you steal his Sister. It wasn't rape, she did Baa her approval.
You captor leans over and the cage begins to heat. You can only watch in terror as the trapped Rat attempts to escape. It can't bite through Iron Bars. Agonising pain sweeps through your body as the Rat slowly eats a path through your intestines. Scattering your guts, then eating thought your side
Yet you are still not dead and the rat has escaped.
Just as your starting to think you may just survive this your captor pours acid into your face. Your eyeballs hissing steaming burst from your face. Your skin blackens and burns and your skull melts into your blood.
Everyone else wakes up to find one pool of sizzling molten Volmark. And one partially eaten corpse with steeming melted head belonging to Tallhart – West for the StormCrows
* How the Shadow got hold of a modern day power tool and an electricity supply you have no idea.