Boner

As he lay on the ground badly beaten and broken in the Warriors Guild in Western Britain, Padan Fain remained silent but his mind did not.

-Fain. "Whimper more you fool, they are getting rather aggressive...."

-Padan "It hurts...it hurts!"

The room was being filled with more and more Yewish troops, as Padan Fains resolve started to fade with every beating. He had been beaten and tortured severely by them over the last week or so, and no longer could his body sustain the injuries. As the questioning intensified as well as the beatings, there seemed little choice for the opportunistic pair of men that was Padan Fain.

-Fain. "Hmm...this does not bode well...tell them everything. Maybe they will let us go."

-Padan. "Do you really think they will let us go?" the voice asked hopefully.

-Fain. "There's a chance...now take it and pray to your Avatar".

As Padan Fain spilled his guts, confessing to the Mill Murders and the events that take place deep in the cellars of the Swaggers Inn, it seemed clear that not all was going as planned.

-Padan "T-they're going to execute us! You did this!"

-Fain "Yes, clearly you are not whimpering enough you little girl...".

-Padan. "But we did a terrible thing! All those people...dead because of us!".

-Fain. "By the Abyss, tell them and not me! Show remorse. I cannot do so convincingly enough...for I harbour none of it.".

The judgement was made, even with all the sobbing and wailing that Padan could muster. He was to be executed in Yew at once. Taken there under heavy guard and killed in the town centre. The beatings he had been given had rendered him unconcious for the better part of the march to Yew, but as he regained conciousness, it was already far too late.

As he was put on his knees, awaiting the axe, a battle of immense proportions waged in his head.

-Padan. "Do something! Kill them! Let us run and take our chances!"

-Fain. "Run with one leg? Clearly you are stupider than I had at first given you credit. The end is near. Embrace it.".

-Padan. "Who will take the axe?".

-Fain. "Oh you will old friend. You will be the one that suffers. Too long have I endured hearing you whine and cry at every opportunity given. Time you grew up.".

-Padan. Fain? Fain?! FAIN!".

The axe lunged into the back of Padans neck, his body stiffening and mouth filling and gurgling with blood. The axe did not decapitate his head the first time around. The Yewish soldiers took great delight in seeing the agony evident on his face as he was not quite dead yet and took their time before the next try.

-Padan. "You w-will wait for me yes?" but was answered with a silence he had not known for decades. For all the misery that Fain had caused him, he was Padans constant companion in his long travels, and for better or worse, his protector. Pure despair and fear filled his thoughts as he was now all alone in the world.

The axe struck again, this time clearly severing his head, and ending the madness of what was once Padan Fain.

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