Asarathu sit on the floor of his command tent in nothing but his small clothes the skull mask that hid his face normally lying on the ground abounded revealing man who handsome once before face was marred by severe burns the large one formed the symbol of the change starting at the top of left side his brow finish at bottom of his right cheek his ice coloured eyes staring at a half burnt drawings of his friends and family members before his eyes turned black with gift that the blood god had given him the ability to spot sorcery and destroy it. When sergeant major Belyr walks into the tent and sharply salutes Asarathu“ I am sorry to irrupt sir but the prisoners we captured are here ready to question sir”. “Give me minute I will be there sergeant major your dismissed back to your duty” the sergeant major salutes again before leaving the tent.
Asarathu puts on his armour and mask silent slides his weapon into place on belt before marching to the prison grounds a large building constructed of stone and earth guarded by the Brass Cleavers “follow me please sir” after a long walk through twisting maze of corridors
And a descent deep into the prison he arrived at the cell of the fae stopped outside to compose himself before entering the cell and sits on the floor opposite the creature “what are you doing here and what is your purpose” the fae laughs manically in response “looks like I’m not going to get answer any Time soon”.
Warrant Officer Moralon take me to the next one please “fellow me then please sir”
Ascend the stairs and quick walk down the corridor arrive at a cell marked with a board with a prisoner number and the name of the prisoner who was in inside the cell “has this one talked yet” “no sir” execute this one and get the next one ready to be questioned “yes sir right away” two privates enter the cell and drag out a female aelven sorcerer force her to walk to the chopping block where the execution will be done by a Warrant Officer and the body will be cremated by the two privates that escort her to the execution site.
“Sir the next one is ready to be questioned”
“Take me their then please Warrant Officer”
Asarathu entered the cell of the dark oath sorcerer that they captured a couple of days ago “I will ask you the same questions that my men probably asked do you know where is the artefact that you are hiding for master” I don’t have your artefact that you are looking for and if I did, I will not give to you” ”Warrant Officer hand this one to the questioners and the other one we captured as well please I don’t have the time to get the information from them with my methods” “yes sir” “get up you filth don’t make me pick you up and carry you out of here if I have I will have to brake every single one of your bones and the questioners hate when I break their toys before they get to play with them“ please don’t hurt me I will walk myself their”
“Next one please let’s make it the last one of today I would like to get some rest and a meal before we March out” “Yes sir please do follow me back to top floor where the last one we captured is being held” after following the warrant officer that took over from Moralon to the top floor to a last cell on the block entered the cell spot a most human male looking Magister Of Tzeentch with a Red book tattooed on his neck that marks him a leader of the Red Psalm and demonic looking horns spouted from top of his head and nine insect like black eyes staring at new face that enters his cell.
Asarathu eyes immediately spotted the tattoo and a face that looked familiar to a high ranking priest of Sigmar that was from the church based in his homeland of Jila draws a knife from his boot ready to kill the Magister Of Tzeentch but he was able to calm himself down just enough to question the creature.
What are you doing here in this realm cowards answer me” “nothing that I will tell you without you torture me first”
“I will not use my questioners for you, I will do this myself traitor” “you dare to call me a traitor, but you need to be loyal to the cause of that you once believed in to be called a traitor and I never did believe in that Sigmar was one true god the Architect of Fate is one that will rule the mortal realms and everyone else will serve one purpose or another”
“Shut up you burnt down your former homeland and friends just to flee here from the realm of fire because you were afraid of being killed by the people that survived your little rebellion against the god king because the changer of ways promise you a little bit of power and arcane relics that you could never get to without being a filthy creature that turned from his life of wealth and influence in the church of Sigmar on orders of madmen deluded by a god that use people as pawns in a game that you don’t understand or able to play without losing I had enough of you time to meet your god and tell him that we are coming for all its followers and we not going to leave any survivors”
Asarathu stabs the Magister Of Tzeentch though the throat with his null stone knife and the other one that was in his hand earlier in temple causing Magister body to spasm violently before coming to a standstill.” Privates clean this up room and stick the body of that thing on a pike to show that we are coming for anyone else who wields foul sorcery in service of the changer of ways”.
“Yes sir do need anything else from us sir”
“I all need is rest and eat privates get to it and then go to sleep we will be marching out early tomorrow morning so this soon”
Asarathu left the prison back to his tent with a small group of Brass Cleavers bodyguards who waited outside as their leader want about his meal and sleep.
