Belaphont is the most Eastern Cadkisi village, located close to where the borders of Safron, Ravil, and Cadkis meet. Before Cadkis imperialized, it wasn’t much. Ever since though, the Cadkis military has kept a keen eye on the village. To facilitate supply logistics, the military constructed the Bloodfort-Belaphont Highway (sometimes referred too as the Twin Bees Road (there are bees in Cadkis, honey a trademark of the province)), the singular major road that can be found in Cadkis.
Bloodfort-Belaphont Highway, Cadkis Province
The party now has traveled for the length of daylight. The sun has begun to set and darkness is settling in. A hot fog has rolled in, so even though the highway to the village Belaphont runs through open land the party’s vision has become limited. The fog also has the double effect of making it darker than it really is.
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The Narrows, Safron Province
Janthir fled as fast as his throbbing body would permit. He spun around trees, changing course every few seconds. He knew not if his pursuers consisted of a seer, but he was well within Safron so it was most probable. All he did know was that he was being slowly cornered, and his body was beginning to fail. The week he had left definitely had been shortened over the past few hours.
Souls and their bodies danced all around him. Janthir felt more and more dread seep in. He pushed it off, and focused on keeping his pained body moving. So far his body hadn’t sustained injury, so they weren’t close enough to hit him with projectiles. He still had a chance.
Up until the point where his vision became consumed by red. The souls chasing him earlier all but shrunk into nonexistence. A spirit such as this, it had to have otherworldly origins. Janthir stopped his running, arms still clutching his fatal gash. How he wished he could have felt heat. Then he would’ve noticed beforehand. Janthir would have spoke, but he was done. In pain, scared, unsuccessful, self-loathing, tired, and vunerable. Done.
“Excellent evening, isn’t it?” Sezzoru beat around the bush. Janthir chuckled, but it came out as a dead body choking for air its lungs physically could not receive. Janthir felt an impact against his leg—the weak flesh ripped apart and the mushy bone gave away cleanly. No sooner than the leg left his body it reattached itself right back, maintained by Janthir’s spirit. “Cease.” Sezzoru ordered. “He has already surrendered.”
“Please,” Janthir begged. “Now’s your chance.” He was in so much pain. This was not how he wished to die, but he was in no state to argue. And he knew he wanted it, to die.
“Really? Permanently?”
“You,” Janthir paused, half in pain and half because he hated his dumb self.
“Didn’t know,” Sezzoru finished. “Not even the seers.” He heard Sezzoru release a sigh. “Unfortunately I have other plans.”
“Torture?” Janthir couldn’t imagine by what method they could make him want to die more.
“No. Let’s talk.”