"Tell me now, how long will a Man survive in freezing temperatures?"
"Meegghhh...Megghhh...Gguuhhhkkk....AGGHHH!"
"Oohhh...No need to writhe, otherwise you'll lose that hand of yours. And you don't want that, huh?"
A wicked grin. A gentle pat to the head. At least he was trying, who else could speak with a frozen tongue? Alaric had the facade of an angel but the cold heart of the devil. Alaric had very little spare time to himself, usually pining himself away either at Target shooting, Fencing Spar or reading at the Arcanum Library or when he was really free, all three. Alaric fancied himself a man of both Passion, Science and Faith, though this may mean little to the person he would be torturing. The Inn keep was situated in against a chair, with no shackles chaining his wrist to the arms of the chair nor any manacles to clamp down his ankle. Instead, he froze his wrists and ankles against the chair so that even one impulsive move would have the ice snap and disconnect his prisoner's feet and hands from his body. He hated the screams of agony from many, so as an added bonus, he froze his tongue also. If he was that patient he could just wait an agonizingly long time until the ice defrosts away.
But Alaric wasn't even thinking of letting the man live on.
Alaric grasped the man's hair, forcing him to look up the cold blonde-haired young man, a wicked grin affixed to his face. His eyes showed disgust and pity while his smile showed amusement to his suffering. What kind of man was he? Sweat dropped from his forehead, temple shiny from the oily beads that trailed his face, crossing the wide gap between his eyelids, wide from fear and pain that gripped the Inn keep's mind like a bear trap that only caused more pain the more the Innkeep watched on at his nightmare.
"Tell me, where did this...this...Light brown-haired girl with Blue eyes go after her company embarked, huh?"
"Uuhhhunnoo! UHHHUNNNO!"
Alaric sighed. This was what his superiors had warned him about. Tormenting informants was never a great idea, now that he set an example to anyone dropping small hints of advice, who would dare step up? Oh well. The more people resist, the more often he can use the Rebel card and maybe even Execute a few people to make his duty a little more than just patrolling or discussing strategies.
"Well, you've done your best, but I'm afraid we just have to-"
"Ehhhait! EEHHHAIT! EHHHAITEHHAITEHHAIT!"
"Hm?"
"Aia...Aia..."
"Aia..." Alaric said, "Aia, Aia, Aia..." He stood up, right hand softly caressing his chin in deep meditative thought, before he turned to his prisoner, smiling whimsically. "Well, thanks for your time, but, I'm afraid you're just going to have to...disappear." he said, laying a rose by his lap, much to the man's head shaking in disapproval, prompting Alaric to lean forward and smile innocently to his prisoner, "My my, I know you want to live, but I'm afraid what happened here must never make it out to the public..."
Much to the man's inaudible screaming, everywhere in his body he felt a sudden series of harsh burns overtake his body. The pain was so intense that the man's eyes whited out, brown flipping to white as frost encased him whole, errant twitches every so often the last movements of the frozen man. "Ausführungspositur: Eisige Leibeigenschaft." he muttered, turning away, hand upon his sword as each footstep created a small layer of frost beneath him, an after effect each time he used an Execution Stance. "Thank you for your time here today, I guess I will have to see you in a long while. Farewell!" he said, waving out a bit, the sound of shattering glass splitting the silence that dawned the small cell. Cold. Just the way things should be.
He was then greeted by nervous soldiers, couriers who have long known the icy cruelty of Alaric. One of them appeared to be new, shaken by his mere movement and hands loose against the wooden portion of his spear, ready to be dropped at any time should Alaric have turned on them. Oh newbies. Always making him laugh. "Search for anyone with the name 'Aia' or sounds like it. Anyone who resists, kill them then label them as Rebel. Send for me a courier on the fastest horse in the stables to send forth this message to his Domain. With haste I command you!" he said, much to the awkward bow of the two bumbling guards as they speed walked, eager to avoid any confrontation with the Margrave.
"Oh Usurpers, it's only a matter of time until I sing for you a dirge commemorating your lies before your Icy Funeral." he thought to himself, eagerly grinning at the prospect.