Ninth Dream
Warning: Death by immolation, old use of a particular word. :|b
Dream Effect: Anyone who watches will feel lingering pain from various torture-think flogging, and the rack-and then the horrific pain of being burned alive. There will also be a sense of dark humor, and just sheer, sardonic amusement at how much the people doing this fail.
[It’s too damp for them to light the kindling. In a strange way, he finds it amusing. The witch trial had been a bumbling farce, and now they couldn’t even manage to light things properly.
“Doesn’t seem like your Lord is with you, is he?”
“Silence!” The inquisitor glares at him, and Naoya laughs a little more. He’s still aching and bleeding from the torture, but it doesn’t matter. Soon…
He feels a flash of heat as they finally light the faggots, and the heat. Naoya grits his teeth, and as the fire starts to rage and burn his clothes, he starts laughing. The pain is nearly unbearable, but he’s had worse, will have worse, and he just keeps laughing. Of all the foolishness of it…everything they do is futile. He’s seen the beginnings of a sickness-it’s why they’d burnt him, and he knows this village won’t see the end of the year.
He laughs, and laughs, and laughs because he cannot stop, cannot allow himself to give into the pain. Finally, he can laugh no more, and as his nerve endings burn, he falls into blissful unconsciousness, choking on black smoke.]
[Naoya blinks muzzily at the dreamberry, before sighing and knocking it off the nightstand. He mutters something in ancient greek.]
Is there a damn trend with death dreams this week? Bah…
[The dreamberry eventually clicks off when it’s pounced by the kitten.]
Dream Effect: Anyone who watches will feel lingering pain from various torture-think flogging, and the rack-and then the horrific pain of being burned alive. There will also be a sense of dark humor, and just sheer, sardonic amusement at how much the people doing this fail.
[It’s too damp for them to light the kindling. In a strange way, he finds it amusing. The witch trial had been a bumbling farce, and now they couldn’t even manage to light things properly.
“Doesn’t seem like your Lord is with you, is he?”
“Silence!” The inquisitor glares at him, and Naoya laughs a little more. He’s still aching and bleeding from the torture, but it doesn’t matter. Soon…
He feels a flash of heat as they finally light the faggots, and the heat. Naoya grits his teeth, and as the fire starts to rage and burn his clothes, he starts laughing. The pain is nearly unbearable, but he’s had worse, will have worse, and he just keeps laughing. Of all the foolishness of it…everything they do is futile. He’s seen the beginnings of a sickness-it’s why they’d burnt him, and he knows this village won’t see the end of the year.
He laughs, and laughs, and laughs because he cannot stop, cannot allow himself to give into the pain. Finally, he can laugh no more, and as his nerve endings burn, he falls into blissful unconsciousness, choking on black smoke.]
[Naoya blinks muzzily at the dreamberry, before sighing and knocking it off the nightstand. He mutters something in ancient greek.]
Is there a damn trend with death dreams this week? Bah…
[The dreamberry eventually clicks off when it’s pounced by the kitten.]