OOC: Hey, I'm back! Sorry, my mom's been doing everything she can to keep me away from the computer, hehe. I'm here for now though!
And, fortunately, I thought up a good idea for my little absence...
Tear woke up drowsily from his long slumber to find his head pulsing in pain. He scrambled up to his knees, his hands bound by a tight rope, to find himself looking out of a stone cell to the wall on the other side. He schuffled himself over to the metal bars blocking his freedom to hear voicing echoing in the hall, coming steadily closer to his cage. He backed up next to a wall to avoid eye contact with them, as he tuned in to hear what they were talking about.
"Yeah, it's too bad," A spearman said, trudging down the hall. "Well, if anything at least we got one of them. This guy's been quite a thorn in the master's side too. With him out of the picture, all the assaults might finally start paying off."
The walked further down, stoping in front of Tear's cell, Tear trying his best to fool them into thinking he was still unconscious.
".... if it wasn't for the fog, we might not of been able to sneak up on him..." The assassin replied, finally speaking. "I don't understand why we couldn't just kill him out there though...."
"You know the master. He likes to make things painfully slow for his victims. He probably won't kill this guy anytime soon... or, at least until his companions are notified. You have to love his plans!" The soldier chuckled menacingly.
"Mmm. I suppose the boy we found will reach the same fate? He's not as weak as we first thought... not until we found out what he can do."
"Ohh, the master has a big plan for him. If all else fails, he's exactly what will pull us through. He's--"
Suddenly, a sound echoed down the stairs leading upstairs, attracting their attention.
"Man, the guys must've dropped something again. Oh well, I guess we better check anyway." The soldier said, motioning the assassin up the staircase.
Tear, shifting back into his original position, searched for a way to get himself loose. All his possesions were taken away, including both his swords. He struggled to get his hands free, all while thinking to himself how his friends were doing.
They have to be out there somewhere....He thought, concerned for their well-being.