The Cripples Body

[Keldrath]

It is a peculiar room. A cold silver table glows in the center, taking up most of what little space the room has to offer, next to it sits a stool of dark wood, stained deep crimson with the blood of those who've lain by its side. A lamp hangs from the eastern wall of the room, the candle within it is burning, but none of its wax has melted, as if it was lit by a force other than true flame. Despite the lamps almost magical emanation of light, the room is dark, the light is leeched from the small place, taken into the shadows and devoured by whatever creatures lay there. It is a peculiar room, but more peculiar than the almost gothic architecture is what lays upon the silver table. Details are undistinguishable, but the creature resting, or rather held, upon the table is unmistakably a Draenei. One tentacle is lopped off and he appears to be missing the fingers on his left hand. The creature is breathing, but slowly and painfully, he assumes he will not make it through the night, and he is, in a sense, correct. It is funny how because it is dark, one must assume it is night, in truth the sun was shining outside of this small cell and a large handsome blood elf was currently making preparations for the Draenei's execution.nTo be continued