"Aghhh!" A scream erupted from the open mouth of a black haired male who was chained to a stone wall, his arms and legs splayed in an 'X' shaped position. He was dressed in just a plain pair of trousers. He had been stripped of his tunic and robe when he was grabbed. Just how had Erias ended up in this small stone room with his wrists and ankles chained to the wall, numerous cuts tearing apart his ivory flesh and his throat going raw from screaming in agony as his chest heaved with pain.
He remembered being out in his herb garden tending to several special herbs that he used to create tonics and salves that he would sell. He would create these herbal medicines and then enchant them with his magic, making them that much more effective. While they were not cure alls for every illness, they did help a vast majority of people who suffered typical and common diseases that were known to spread themselves amongst villages.
He had been bent over in the garden harvest some herbs when he felt something heavy strike him in the back of the head. He remembered his vision fading and as he fell, he saw a cloaked man with a heavy hood hiding his face grinning down at him.
He awoke hours later in this room, chained, but unharmed. Then, two large brutish men appeared. He tried to ask them where he was, but they unrolled a large cloth, showing him knives, metal rods, clamps, and numerous other torture tools... All ready for him. He struggled and attempted to throw fire at them, but when he tried to use his magic, he felt a swift swelling pain burning in his chest. He groaned and writhed as his chest burned. A dark symbol etched itself onto his skin, causing him to scream and writhe about on the wall.
When the symbol finally finished its hideous design, Erias was panting and shaking. His magic was gone... cursed to remain within his body, unable to be released. Any attempt to release it would cause the mark to burn him. It was then that the men began to use their tools, sli
