The alchemist's journey.

Torture

  "It's dark... So dark." Artimus said with his head slumped down. The room he was in was black with a red stone path leading to his cage, red candles were lit around him. A white light shon down on his cage further limiting his ability to see what was beyond his cage.

  A robed figure walked in a circular motion around his cage, then another, and another. Soon there was 8 robed figures walking around him, and in unison they all began to chant. Deep were the voices chanting in unison. Soon the reverberating chants Echo from all around the room. "Ugh ahh... What's happening to my head!" Artimus groaned and yelled. His body contorting as he writhed in pain. After almost an hour of the chanting his body finally falls limp and unconscious to the floor. The robed figures stop at precise angles to the cage and close in.

  Standing at the gate to the cage was the lead chanter. His robes a red crimson adorned with golden accents, and a fanged skull with antlers was worn as his mask. He made the others step back into the shadows to await further instructions. He looked over Artimus' body, at first seeing nothing, then seeing a familiar symbol on the side of his right leg. Only those who have come into contact with the dream walker bear it. "I must inform the king about this new development, watch him!" The lead chanter hurriedly walked down the path through the shadows and vanished.

  "My lord! My lord!" The chanter yelled. Running towards the throne, passing all of the dark rocky pillars and red gem statue's. "What is it chanter, this better be important!" The king yelled as his voice carried through the halls. "My lord the man we have caged has the symbol!" The chanter exclaimed violently while catching his breath. The king suddenly but slowly stood up, his eyes widening with a firey rage. His flanged mace that he held in his hand began to glow with electricity as so did his armor. "Take me to him now..." The king said in a low and precise tone.