The Life and Times of Commander Thentias

Blackstone Prison is one of the many dirty little secrets of
the Empire. It is the deepest, darkest, dankest, hellhole imaginable and where the Empire houses a collection of hardened criminals, 'political' prisoners, and those unlucky few who simply needed to disappear. Blackstone Prison was one of those places that everyone has heard about but was unwilling to talk about in polite company. Poor living conditions, horrible nutrition, forced labor, and a brutal sadistic humanoid guard force ensured that no one ever escaped from Blackstone.

You are a prisoner at Blackstone. It may have been days, weeks, months, or even years since you were incarcerated, but the indominatable force of Blackstone is beginning to crush any hope you have that you will ever leave Blackstone alive.

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The Life and Times of Commander Thentias

Post by chameleon » Tue August 22 06 ; 4 31 pm

[font=Garamond]Fort Ignatius AC 436 (200 years ago)

The day had ended quietly for the new cadets stationed at Fort Ignatius located two miles south of the Imperial port city of Perth . After a hard day of basic training, most of the men relaxed in their bunks while one of their fellow cadets gently strummed a lute. As dusk turned to night, the cadet put away his lute and the men drifted off to sleep.

Sergeant Plinius enjoyed his work at Fort Ignatius . The region around Perth had been calm for years and the biggest problem they usually faced was some hot-headed recruit. The fact that he helped to mold future generations of soldiers to serve the Imperium was merely icing on the cake. As he patrolled the walls, Sergeant Plinius began to assess the latest class of recruits. Most of the recruits in this class would serve as the backbone of the Army, but there was one recruit in this class who Plinius thought had the chance to be special.

Sergeant Plinius glanced off toward the city of Perth hoping to see the lights of the city in the distance. The big man immediately recognized something was amiss. Rather than the twinkling lights of the city, an angry orange radiance illuminated the city. Plinius immediately recognized that a huge fire was ravaging the city. Rushing to the alarm bell, Sergeant Plinius begins to frantically ring the alarm.

Cadet Thentias awakes with a start at the sound of the alarm bell ringing. Quickly throwing on a tunic, he rushes to the parade grounds and assembles with the rest of his recruiting class. Was it a drill? Was someone attacking the fort? Why had they been awoken in the middle of the night? The cadets stood in formation for several minutes looking for answers before an ashen face Sergeant Plinius arrived. The cadets immediately sprang to attention with the arrival of their sergeant. Plinius didn’t slow down for a second to address his troops.[/font]


[font=copperplate gothic light] “Men … we don’t fully know the situation, but it appears that there is a large fire within the Perth . You will arm yourself in the next ten minutes and return here. As soon as everyone has returned, we will march with all haste to Perth to aid in fighting the fire and to assist the citizens of the city. I know you aren’t prepared for this, but the citizens of Perth need our assistance. Dismissed … I will see you all in ten minutes.”[/font]

[font=Garamond]Fort Perilous AC 636 (today)

The closing of the door and the dropping of the iron bar into place broke Commander Thentias out of his reverie. It had been years since he had thought of that day that had completely changed the course of his life. He thought of the people he had just sent into the depths of the earth and wondered once again why he was doing this. Thentias shook his head. It was strange how the fates smiled on some people by putting them in the right place at the right time and frowned on others by placing them in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Somehow, he had become a great hero to the people because he captured the “person” responsible for the fire that destroyed Perth . Fate just as easily couldn’t have singled out one of his fellow cadets. Just as fate could have smiled on any of the prisoners he had just sent into the depths. Commander Thentias shook his head once again. He still didn’t understand fate and he doubted he ever would.

To be continued ...[/font]
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Post by chameleon » Thu October 19 06 ; 10 24 am

[font=garamond]Blackstone Prison AC 436 (200 years ago)

Emperor Hostilius stood looking out of the window that dominated one wall of the warden’s office which offered a spectacular view of the prison courtyard, the tall, thick, granite walls of the prison, and the Blackstone Mountains in the distance. Emperor Hostilius smiled as he turned back to the first warden of Blackstone Prison, Gaius Aurelius.[/font]


[font=garamond]Gaius Aurelius was a rather unremarkable man save for two facts; he had as keen an intellect as anyone in the Empire and he was willing to do any dirty job the emperor put before him without asking embarrassing questions that would come back to haunt either one of them sometime later. Gaius returned the smile and bowed low before the emperor. [/font][font=Poor Richard]“Your Imperial Majesty … how may I serve you?” [/font]

[font=garamond]Emperor Hostilius bade Gaius Aurelius to rise before addressing him, [/font][font=times new roman]“Do as we have previously discussed. Make this place a hell-hole from which none escape save in death. I have faith that you will exceed all of my expectations.” [/font] [font=garamond]Certain that his orders would be followed; the Emperor left Blackstone and returned to the governance of the Empire

Imperial City of Perth AC 436

Flames leaped from building to building as the fire spread across the city of Perth. The buildings had been packed to close together and with the exception of noble villas built of wood. Although the fire started small, it quickly spread until almost the entire city was engulfed in flame.

At the edge of the city, twelve ebon hued dark elves stopped to survey their handy work. While they hadn’t expected the fire to spread so quickly or extensively, they realized it had the potential to delay the discovery of the theft of the Crown of Thanderis. All that was left for them was to return to the safety of the Land Below and await the reprisal that would certainly follow.

Blackstone Prison AC 437

Lieutenant Thentias and a group of sixteen Praetorian guardsmen waited impatiently for the drawbridge to open and admit them to Blackstone Prison. Lt. Thentias wanted nothing more than to turn the prisoner they were escorting over to Warden Aurelius and return to his normal duties with the Army. The prisoner was the drow elf that had been captured outside of Perth in the early morning hours of the night that the city had for all practical purposes been burned to the ground.

The prisoner was the only member of the raiding party that had been captured. Lt. Thentias wasn’t certain how many people had perished in the fire that destroyed Perth, but he did know that this man had killed 20 of his fellow recruits that night as well as Sergeant Plinius. In the six months since the prisoner had been captured, he had killed 18 of the Praetorian Guards who had been sent to help interrogate him.

All of that death and they still didn’t know who he was or what he was doing here. All they knew was that his companions had stolen the Crown of Thanderis and he was the key to getting it returned. As the drawbridge began to be lowered, Lt. Thentias turned to check on the prisoner. As he turned, the prisoner broke into action.

Despite having his hands manacled together, the prisoner managed to use the chain on his manacles tangle one of the guardsman’s arms and take a sword. A quick twist of the chain and Lt. Thentias heard the guardsman’s arm bones shatter. The prisoner quickly untangled the chain and slashed out with the sword at another guardsman.

Lt. Thentias watched in horror as a bright red line appeared across the man’s throat. The guardsman dropped his sword and raised his hands to his throat in a vain attempt to staunch the flow of blood and the end of his life. The prisoner was like a whirlwind among the guardsmen; his stolen blade flashing in and out in a blur of silver and red.

Lowering his head, Lt. Thentias furrowed his brow in concentration bringing forth the power of his mind. Slowly the power reached out and shut down the prisoner’s mind. Realizing what was happening the prisoner takes halting steps toward Lt. Thentias with death in his eyes. The prisoner takes two steps before the sword clatters to the ground immediately followed by the prisoner.

Lt. Thentias looks back up to see the damage the prisoner had wrought. He saw twelve dead guardsmen and another one whose arm was so badly mangled Lt. Thentias wasn’t sure that it could be healed. Despite the losses, Lt. Thentias nodded to the remaining guardsmen to pick up the prisoner and carry him across the drawbridge.

To be continued … [/font]
[font=copperplate gothic light]When the DM laughs, it is already too late![/font] :D

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