Origins One-shots

Fto Torture Chambers

from that one episode–

Michael's room emits light from all sides, leaving nowhere for him to turn. He spends his time curled up in a corner, drifting in and out of a fitful sleep. His eyes are always closed; this gives him the illusion of at least a bit of darkness. The light is bright, inescapable, blinding... he can't think, and is driven mad with the effort.

Brandon's room is hardly a room; a small box of stale old air.  Claustrophobia takes him to the brink of insanity, and a lack of oxygen pushes him over.

The fact Ritchie is alone does half the work; his walls are soundproof, non-conductive. He calls for his brother, his Guild, anyone... no answer.

Silver's room is different. While the other rooms are built to counteract mana, his is teeming with magical energy. None of which he can tap. Try as he might, the magic imbued in his walls is unreachable. His mind collapses from the effort.

Bri shares a room with an old, feral dragon. One beyond her control. Mother of Dragons, so she is called, will never reach this one. She will only bring pain to the both of them. Soon, there will be nothing left.

Lo'Pho is stripped of his weapons and armor. His room is barren, but filled with tethered dogs. They howl and snap at him day and night, and his nightmares are fueled by a constant terror. This fear shall never leave him.

Bryan and David have opposite rooms. Ice and fire, still and quick. Madness is slower than death, but the creators of these walls know how to make pain last. If ever they emerge, they'll hardly be recognized under the weight of their scars. Numerous as their outcries.