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I was born in Shalk, must be 65 years ago now...\n\nTC: Wait so your not 32 years old, your 65? i don't understand.\n\nTillis: When I was little, Shalk was attack by the humans and well...\n\nTC: Well?\n\nTillis: The humans, they killed everyone they found... my parents... I, I saw them dragged from our shack by the humans, they pushed my father to his knees and... and they took his head clean off, my mother... they did the same.\n\nTC: Oh my that's must have been terrible to witness, yet you survived?\n\nTillis: It was horrific, it still haunts my thoughts even now. And yes I did survive, the humans didn't want to kill me, they took me.\n\nTC: The humans took you, what would they need you for?\n\nTillis I... I don't know, after they had killed my parents they dragged me over to their bodies and before they could take my life as well another human interrupted and told them to stop, the one that interrupted mentioned something about being suitable. After that they bound me and tossed me into the back of a horse and cart.\n\nTC: So you were a prisoner, where did they take you?\n\nTillis: I wasn't sure at the time, I was bound tightly with ropes with a sack over my head, I had been tossed into a canvas covered cart which was filled with horse feed and such, I didn't get to see any of the land. I only had a vague knowledge of the passing of time.\nI could tell when it was night as the convoy would stop to pitch up tent and rest, everything would be silent then, I could hear the crackle of fires and the sounds of insects and owls of the night. Day time the carts were on the move again and I was getting thrown about in the cart.\nThe humans in the convoy didn't once come to feed or water me, i think after the 4th day I was so weak from hunger and thirst I had passed out.\nAt some point on the journey one of the humans came to jostle me awake with a kick to the stomach, as I was so exhausted and unable to stand I was dragged from the cart still bound, thrown onto the dirt and then one of them pulled the sack from my head, she had in her hands a wooden bowl with some dirty water and a staled piece of bread and cheese, she gestured for me to eat which I did.\nOnce I'd had something to eat I was pulled to my feet by my bound hands at my back.\nThere was a small group of humans just staring at me, I was unsteady on my feet still, I staggered to the side and suddenly the female that had given me the food was there to steady me, she held my arm tight hoisting me up.\nOne of the other humans approached, a large man, bald head with multiple scars over it that shone like silver in the sunlight. He came right up to me, nose to nose, then he spat in my face and swiftly turned and walked away.\nThe female let go of me then and i hit the dirt again onto my knees with my head bowed, the mans spit mixing with my sweat and seeping into my eyes stinging them.\nI head some rustling behind me but before I could move myself to turn my head and look I heard a loud crack, I felt something contact with my back but then another crack, suddenly the pain had hit me, they were whipping me hard, three, four, five, six, seven cracks. I had doubled over, I was laying face first in the dirt and my back was agony, I could smell the unmistakable smell of blood, I could also taste it as I'd smashed my lip when I fell onto my face. I was in so much pain, I saw the female walk over to me slowly, she grabbed my bound wrists and hauled me to my knees again, I vomited up the food they had just given me earlier. the female she had a stained cloth in her hands and used it to wipe the blood and vomit from my face and gently poured some water into my mouth motioning me to rinse and spit. I did so.\nShe stood up then and walked away into a tent, another man approached me holding a sack and pulled it over my head and tied it. I was dragged by my ankles along the dirt and thrown back into the horse cart.\nI lay there that night amoung the sacks of oats and rotting veg in absolute agony, my back felt like it was on fire and I could feel by the slickness of my skin front and back and down my legs that i was covered in blood, the pain i guess was so much for me I ended up passing out again.\nNext time I awoke I was inside, strapped to some sort of device by my hands and legs, I was able to move my head around freely and surveyed myself and the room. my body seemed to have been cleaned up, my arms and legs were covered in dark bruises and my stomach had multiple deep cuts to it, probably from being dragged along the dirt, my back felt tight but not that painful, it felt like there was some bandaging on it and I could smell the scent of some healing herbs.\nLooking the room over i was in a small shack with 2 doors, around the room were many containers and units with metal and wooden objects littered on them, some had serrated edges or hooks on them, it was then that I started to get anxious, I looked around some more, I appeared to be alone in the room but I could hear some movement and muttering coming from the door on the left of the room. To the right was some pedestal, it looked unusual, very ornate with detailed carvings of serpents and dragons spiraling up its column, atop the column was some oddly shaped obsidian crystal, about the size of a large fist, around the crystal was dotted small shards of the same crystal, it shone with a purple sheen, just looking at it I could sense power but a very deep disturbing dark power, I hated it, It was like I could see into it, hear it talking to me in my mind.\nI started to squirm and bucked, I tried to kick my legs to break myself from the bonds, I heard the door on the left slam open and a man rushed in and stuck something into my neck.\nMy vision went all blurry and then black... t...that's all i can remember of it for now...\nI'm sorry.\n\nTC: That's ok Tillis, that was remarkable, I had no idea you had been through such horrific circumstances, we can continue this interview again in a few days if you like?\n\nTillis: Y... yes that would be great, thank you.\n\nTC: Well that concludes the interview with Tillis for the time being, we shall try and pick up on it at a later date.\n\n__________________________\nPicture drawn and coloured in Open Canvas 1.1.\nTillis © Keke Jefferis / AlvarezAzel 2016 ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "An interview with Tillis, conducted by the Chronicler.

The Chronicler: So let's begin, what is your name?

?: My name is Tillis.

TC: Ok Tillis, and how old are you?

Tillis: I'm 32.

TC: So where are you from Tillis?

Tillis: I come from Shalk.

TC: Shalk, but isn't that city a ruin now, has been for over 50 years?

Tillis: Uhm yes...

TC: Hmm so how can you be from Shalk if that's the case?

Tillis: Well... I was born in Shalk, must be 65 years ago now...

TC: Wait so your not 32 years old, your 65? i don't understand.

Tillis: When I was little, Shalk was attack by the humans and well...

TC: Well?

Tillis: The humans, they killed everyone they found... my parents... I, I saw them dragged from our shack by the humans, they pushed my father to his knees and... and they took his head clean off, my mother... they did the same.

TC: Oh my that's must have been terrible to witness, yet you survived?

Tillis: It was horrific, it still haunts my thoughts even now. And yes I did survive, the humans didn't want to kill me, they took me.

TC: The humans took you, what would they need you for?

Tillis I... I don't know, after they had killed my parents they dragged me over to their bodies and before they could take my life as well another human interrupted and told them to stop, the one that interrupted mentioned something about being suitable. After that they bound me and tossed me into the back of a horse and cart.

TC: So you were a prisoner, where did they take you?

Tillis: I wasn't sure at the time, I was bound tightly with ropes with a sack over my head, I had been tossed into a canvas covered cart which was filled with horse feed and such, I didn't get to see any of the land. I only had a vague knowledge of the passing of time.
I could tell when it was night as the convoy would stop to pitch up tent and rest, everything would be silent then, I could hear the crackle of fires and the sounds of insects and owls of the night. Day time the carts were on the move again and I was getting thrown about in the cart.
The humans in the convoy didn't once come to feed or water me, i think after the 4th day I was so weak from hunger and thirst I had passed out.
At some point on the journey one of the humans came to jostle me awake with a kick to the stomach, as I was so exhausted and unable to stand I was dragged from the cart still bound, thrown onto the dirt and then one of them pulled the sack from my head, she had in her hands a wooden bowl with some dirty water and a staled piece of bread and cheese, she gestured for me to eat which I did.
Once I'd had something to eat I was pulled to my feet by my bound hands at my back.
There was a small group of humans just staring at me, I was unsteady on my feet still, I staggered to the side and suddenly the female that had given me the food was there to steady me, she held my arm tight hoisting me up.
One of the other humans approached, a large man, bald head with multiple scars over it that shone like silver in the sunlight. He came right up to me, nose to nose, then he spat in my face and swiftly turned and walked away.
The female let go of me then and i hit the dirt again onto my knees with my head bowed, the mans spit mixing with my sweat and seeping into my eyes stinging them.
I head some rustling behind me but before I could move myself to turn my head and look I heard a loud crack, I felt something contact with my back but then another crack, suddenly the pain had hit me, they were whipping me hard, three, four, five, six, seven cracks. I had doubled over, I was laying face first in the dirt and my back was agony, I could smell the unmistakable smell of blood, I could also taste it as I'd smashed my lip when I fell onto my face. I was in so much pain, I saw the female walk over to me slowly, she grabbed my bound wrists and hauled me to my knees again, I vomited up the food they had just given me earlier. the female she had a stained cloth in her hands and used it to wipe the blood and vomit from my face and gently poured some water into my mouth motioning me to rinse and spit. I did so.
She stood up then and walked away into a tent, another man approached me holding a sack and pulled it over my head and tied it. I was dragged by my ankles along the dirt and thrown back into the horse cart.
I lay there that night amoung the sacks of oats and rotting veg in absolute agony, my back felt like it was on fire and I could feel by the slickness of my skin front and back and down my legs that i was covered in blood, the pain i guess was so much for me I ended up passing out again.
Next time I awoke I was inside, strapped to some sort of device by my hands and legs, I was able to move my head around freely and surveyed myself and the room. my body seemed to have been cleaned up, my arms and legs were covered in dark bruises and my stomach had multiple deep cuts to it, probably from being dragged along the dirt, my back felt tight but not that painful, it felt like there was some bandaging on it and I could smell the scent of some healing herbs.
Looking the room over i was in a small shack with 2 doors, around the room were many containers and units with metal and wooden objects littered on them, some had serrated edges or hooks on them, it was then that I started to get anxious, I looked around some more, I appeared to be alone in the room but I could hear some movement and muttering coming from the door on the left of the room. To the right was some pedestal, it looked unusual, very ornate with detailed carvings of serpents and dragons spiraling up its column, atop the column was some oddly shaped obsidian crystal, about the size of a large fist, around the crystal was dotted small shards of the same crystal, it shone with a purple sheen, just looking at it I could sense power but a very deep disturbing dark power, I hated it, It was like I could see into it, hear it talking to me in my mind.
I started to squirm and bucked, I tried to kick my legs to break myself from the bonds, I heard the door on the left slam open and a man rushed in and stuck something into my neck.
My vision went all blurry and then black... t...that's all i can remember of it for now...
I'm sorry.

TC: That's ok Tillis, that was remarkable, I had no idea you had been through such horrific circumstances, we can continue this interview again in a few days if you like?

Tillis: Y... yes that would be great, thank you.

TC: Well that concludes the interview with Tillis for the time being, we shall try and pick up on it at a later date.

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