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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4529835" data-attributes="member: 3285">Heart's Blood, Fire's Vengeance: Part 4a – The Trouble I’ve SeenAs Kham was moved through the streets of the city, he could feel the eyes of the citizens upon him.  Only the rattling of the chains that bound him disturbed the silence. A cool breeze brought the soft hiss of a thousand whispers to his ears. Kham’s arrest had captured the attention of the city, and it was watching him with interest.His captors took Kham to the local holding cell. Stripped of his equipment, his options were limited. Previous prisoners turned slaves brought him food.  Although the taste was bland and the texture pasty, the meal helped roused Kham out of his stupor.  A few hours later, a man bearing the marks of a high-ranking officer arrived at his cell.  “I am Commander Haron von Grebel,” said the officer.  “You have been detained for assisting the insurrectionist who stole the Eye of Sarish from the Sarishan temple in Vrain.  I am here to ask you a few questions.”Kham sighed.  “I just went through this in Freeport.  Do you all read from the same script?”Haron summoned a sketch artist to the cell.  “Now, let’s start from the top.” Haron pulled over a chair and straddled it. “From whence do you hail?”“The other idiot asked me that question already.”“I won’t ask you again.  From whence do you hail?”“Altheria,” said Kham.  “I’m from Altheria.”Haron checked the sheet in his hand.  “You told Captain Virdan-Hartung that you were from Freeport.”“I just CAME from Freeport.  But I’m FROM Altheria.  Try to keep up.”“Where were you going?”“To Altheria.” He took a long, shuddering sigh.  The thought of being imprisoned again made him physically sick.  Or maybe it was just the poison.  “I’m going to attend a funeral.”“Umm hmm,” said Haron.  “What is your business in Nishanpur?”“I told Virdan-whatsisname already.  I’m looking for a cure. I’m sick.” “You don’t look sick…”Kham coughed right in the man’s face.“That’s it!”  Haron kicked the chair away.  He turned to the sketch artist.  “Leave.  Now.”“What are you gonna do,” snarled Kham.  The cough made him see spots.  “Convert me?”“Oh I think not.  You obviously profess allegiance to many faiths.”  Haron threw the symbol of Yig at Kham’s cell.  It skittered across the ground. “Do you know how the Brotherhood of Flame brands its criminals?”  He walked over to a smoking brazier.Kham stopped talking.“I see you do.”  He lifted a red-hot brand.  “Now perhaps we should begin again.  What do you know about the cult?”“What cult?” asked Kham, exasperated.  “There’s so many to choose from.  The Cult of Leviathan?  The Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign?  Then you’ve got the Brimstone Order…”“You think this is a joke, don’t you,” said Haron.  “Well, I know a way to wipe that smug look off your face.” He was in the midst of unlocking the cell with his free hand when an explosion rocked the building.Suddenly, the east wall erupted in a mass of dust, stone and mortar.  The blast threw Kham to the ground, pelting him with a hail of rock.Kham struggled to his feet.  The commander took the brunt of the blast.  He was down.Most importantly, the bars that held Kham were twisted and bent.  Kham walked over to the only closet in the room.  He pulled out his jacket, Talon, and one pistol.  “For once, I didn’t do anything wrong and you STILL arrested me for it.” Kham cocked the pistol.  “I am sick and tired of being pushed around by fanatics and small men on power trips.  That stops now.” He aimed the pistol at the back of Haron’s head.  “See you in hell.”</blockquote>

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