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Tannas slowly regained consciousness to the sound of thundering drums and the rhythmic moans of the undead surrounding him. Torches lined the walls of a massive cavern, illuminating everything around him. He found himself restrained to a crux decussata, a torture device of sorts, more for holding one in place while the torturing is done. His mind was spinning and was unable to focus clearly. A familiar voice began talking to him from behind.
“Ah! It finally stirs from its restless slumber.”
A man walks around the crux, wielding a glowing scepter. It was Curtis. Tannas closed his eyes, knowing he was led astray and didn’t see it, because he wasn’t looking for it. It’s like that some times when you trust the wrong person for the wrong reason. Curtis leaned in to whisper to Tannas.
“You know, I had to kill the man you sold that token to, to get you here. And I had to kill Samara when she found the Cadaver Sceptrum and KNEW what it was! Who would have thought a lowly thief would be educated enough to read.”
Curtis looked out to the crowd and chuckled out loud. His mass of followers followed suit. The hum of low laughter filled the cavernous depths and the scepter glowed more intently when they did. Then he turned around abruptly and stabbed Tannas in the ribs and left the dagger there. There was nothing Tannas could do. He was tied down, alone, with no chance of escape.
Curtis leaned in again, a cocky smile on his lips. A knowing feeling of being three steps ahead.
“You see, I know who you really are. Not the meat bag you pretend to be. I will control you and you will do my bidding, even after you are turned to dust!”
Curtis held the scepter out between them both. His eyes grew large and intense, filled with some kind of feeling or purpose. The scepter shined brightly enough to cause Tannas to close his eyes tightly… and yet, nothing happened. No great transfer of power or control from one to the other. No unknowing change in the environment or persons involved. Just a man strapped to a crux with a dagger protruding from his chest as he slowly bleeds, and the man who put it there.
Curtis looked angry and unhinged. He shook the scepter and held it out again. Still nothing but a bright glow. Tannas looked at Curtis with any defiant energy he had left. “Did you read the directions?” A half smile left him as he winced in pain. Curtis backhanded him. Tannas didn’t feel it. He was more focused on his bleeding parts.
The tempo of the drums slowed a little and Curtis piped up. “Continue to drum, morons!” The brothers looked at each other and brought up the tempo. Curtis paced in a line back and forth, muttering to himself. No intelligible words could be understood to Tannas, so he closed his eyes again. Focus.
Curtis looked to Tannas in measured thought. “Maybe it’s his blood I need?” His words said aloud but to no one but himself. He pulled the dagger from Tannas as he let out a cry of pain, and then wiped it on the scepter. The color of light that shown changed to a dark red. And Curtis then held it out again, trying to will it to work… still nothing. Tannas chuckled. Curtis’ anger now getting the best of him, he let out a yell of his own and drew back the scepter as to strike a blow to Tannas in contempt. A blow that would likely end him.
Tannas closed his eyes and took a deep, slow breath, relaxing himself. He slowly exhaled, releasing any burden he may have held onto. He was ready.
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