It took me one whole day to get captured, it was almost a record for the longest time I avoided capture in the midst of a situation where I was totally clueless to the situation. What caught me was my stomach, hunger the greatest destroyer of stealth approaches ever. I was starving after a day or so in the humid island climate and after splashing around like a dumb fish just wanted something to eat, so I tried to sneak into what had formerly been the food storehouse on the island. I say formerly, because upon opening the door I found where all the villagers had gone, bodies upon bodies were just tossed in there, some had been eaten, others had been violated in ways I couldn't understand (which made the ghastly ghosts I'd spotted earlier make a bit more sense). I'll admit despite being a hardened murderer my first impulse was to scream, its hard to suppress that natural urge to seeing something terrifying. I was quickly captured by some ghastly ghosts, being weakened by hunger and horror I wasn't much of a fight. The one saving grace I had was that apparently they wanted to take me alive despite evidence to the previous contrary that was not what this group normally did.
I was staked to the ground (tied to one thankfully not actually nailed to the ground though I've been that before as well) near the water. I could tell from water lines I was at least above high tide, so they didn't intend for me to drown (at least intentionally). I did notice there were no fires on the island at all, which made sense ghosts don't eat, but someone was clearly pulling the strings here and apparently they weren't eating either (ghosts like this are little more than raving loons, that they captured and subdued me spoke to someone pulling the puppets strings). I'll admit staked out in the sun the lapping of the sea my only company I was beginning to feel a bit worried. I was considerably more worried when my captor eventually arrived, it was my father, or what remained of him.
The smell was still there like I remembered it, but his body was something else, all fat in the belly and weak everywhere else, frankly I was amazed he was still able to move at all, but move he did, in a kind of gross swinging too fat legs one horrible stump at a time. When he opened his maw I could see rotten teeth, all too black and falling out, whatever he had been eating obviously was not agreeing with him.
"My son returns." I didn't recall my father talking with a lisp, but here he was with one, combined with the fat I felt a bit of sickness in my stomach.
"You look well Dad, eating all right?" Small talk trying to feel him out, I got the feeling he wasn't the puppeteer just another sap on a string.
"My cup runneth over, and now my master is allowing me to finish one of my personal failures, truely today is a great day." Personal failure? His words wounded me, not really, I mean if he died unmarked somewhere I would not have mourned the day at all.
"Nice to see you to Dad." He hit me across the mouth, despite being bulbous and fat apparently he had a bit of a smack left in him.
"Show respect for your betters whelp, you were allowed to survive to see the greatness here, do not mistreat our kindness." Master, our, he spoke as if implying more than just the ghosts and him, I'll admit I was intrigued, and hot, oh so hot, damn no shade. He waddled off, I sighed, in my capture they had taken my sword, but honestly I conjure fire with my damn hands rope, stakes, most things are nothing to the great Lorentino. Sometimes I just let myself get captured so I can assess situations easier (yeah yeah thats why it happens...) All the same it was nice to see my father was still alive, it would have been a shame for me to miss out on killing him.
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