Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 14:27:02 GMT -5
They had brought him down to the deep, dark bowels of Saltshore, tied and gagged. Into a dank, lightless cell he was thrown, and surprisingly left unmolested. Felryn Harlaw had been explicit that the Westerlands knight was not to be harmed until he himself had seen him. For months Walter Plumm stayed in that tiny cage, the only light he ever saw came once a day when a gaoler brought food. Walter had tried talking to the gaoler, pleading the man to respond, just so that the sound of another’s voice would still the feeling of madness which was becoming to overcome him, but the gaoler never responded. They just left him there, by himself, with only his thoughts for company.
When they finally came for him, Walter wasn’t sure whether he’d be in that hole for weeks or years. Time had become an uncertain and illusive concept. They put a torch in the cell, and Plumm gazed at it joyfully, until in walked Lord Harlaw, followed by several other men he did not recognise.
“Plumm,” Felryn began, an animal grin on his face, “how are you?”
Walter tried to spit at Felryn, but he had barely any moisture left in his mouth, and only managed to dribble spittle onto his lip. Felryn laughed.
“Good that there is still resistance in you, Plumm, but perhaps I should come back in a few more months when you are feeling less wilful,” Felryn said, and motioned for the torch to be taken away as he began to rise.
Walter shouted, “no, please! Leave the light, I beg you!”
“Ah, you would ask a favour of me?” Felryn asked.
Walter swallowed his pride and nodded.
“Very well then, the light you shall be allowed to keep, if you answer me this: Where are Maurin and Marten Lannister?”
Walter’s throat was raw from lack of water, but still he managed to laugh, “how would I know, cocksucker?”
“Oh you know,” Felryn nodded, and he pointed to a man next to him. “This person here is Qarl the Shark, son of Quellon Drumm, the man you killed during the tourney. Unsurprisingly, he’s very interested in you, and would like to get to know you a bit better.”
In Qarl’s hand a dagger glinted from the soft light of the torch, and Qarl smiled.
“But first, I’d like to get to know you better. Free him.” A man with a large set of keys responded and started jingling forward. The man unlocked Walter’s fetters and manacles, and moved away.
“Get to your feet, Plumm,” Felryn said, raising his fists, “let’s see how strong you are when you are fighting an opponent face to face.”
Walter lunged at Felryn, but Harlaw caught the lunge and held steady, pressing himself against the weakened Plumm, then driving a fist into the knight’s gut, and then another, and another. Walter reeled backwards, coughing and sucking in air, and Felryn came at him again, smashing his fist into Walter’s jaw. Walter tried to swing back, but Felryn easily blocked the blow with his left arm and sent his right fist flying at Walter’s face again. Walter stumbled and Harlaw called for two men to hold him up while he beat him a while longer, and then finally let them put the bloody and bruised knight down. Felryn laughed and spat on Walter.
Qarl moved closer, and kneeled down beside Walter, pressing the cool side of his dagger against Plumm’s skin. “Do you know of House Bolton, Walter?” Qarl asked. “Of course you do, you’re Marten Lannister’s companion, and I have heard how desperately he tried to curry favour with the Boltons. Well House Bolton are known supposedly for historically having sheered off the skin of their captive enemies, hence their bloody man sigil, and even sometimes wore the skins afterwards. That sounds fucking painful doesn’t it? Having your skin ripped off piece by piece?”
Walter groaned through busted and bleeding lips, but remained defiant, “even if I did know where they were, I wouldn’t tell you.”
Qarl shrugged and said, “hold him down, I don’t want him thrashing about.” Three men moved forward and pinned Walter down, then Qarl began to cut.
He was not experienced at flaying, but he had a steady hand when it came to using a dirk, and that came in handy. The skin came off in bits and pieces at first, as Walter’s screams echoed out into the earth. He’d heard the Boltons could take a man’s skin off in one piece, though as he wasn’t looking to wear the damned thing so he wasn’t so concerned. Slowly, as he practised on Plumm’s left arm, applying extreme precision and concentration, he managed to start stripping long, bloody pieces at a time. When he had finished the arm, he was quite pleased with himself.
“That’s enough for now,” Felryn said through Walter’s screams then he walked forward with a pair of tongs in hand, he lowered Walter’s breeches and gripped his manhood with the tongs. “I am going to rip that pathetic cock of yours off if you don’t tell me where Maurin and Marten are.”
Bloody tears soaked Walter’s face, “Marten’s dead! He must be dead! He was with me at Sunspear! The fire, you have to believe me!”
Felryn grinned, “burning alive would be a fitting end to Marten the snake, but how can I know it’s true? And what of Maurin?”
“I swear it’s the truth! I know nothing of Maurin, he and his son parted ways!”
Felryn laughed, “you know more, Plumm, and I will hear it all.” Felryn clamped the tongs down hard on Walter’s manhood, and pulled violently upwards, while Plumm was still held down. Walter’s shrieks grew even louder as he desperately tried to scream that he didn’t know anymore.
When it was done, Felryn ordered Walter’s wounds to be seen to, “I don’t want him dying on me just yet.”
“Please... please... please...” Walter repeated in a near inaudible whisper, “don’t... don’t know...”
Felryn chuckled darkly, “oh, I believe you now Walter, I’m finished getting information out of you. This is just for fun now.”
Walter’s screams continued to shriek through the bottom layers of Saltshore for three more days, until he finally died from his wounds and they gave his burned, broken, mutilated body to the sea.
Results
Felryn Harlaw’s Unarmed Fighting increases to Noteworthy
Felryn Harlaw’s Torture increases to Apprentice
Qarl Drumm’s Dagger increases to Expert
Qarl Drumm gains Torture at Beginner