During the raid on the Dead Meat safehouse in Aberdeen, seventeen members of the mercenary group had been apprehended. Those seventeen members were quickly taken to the large Templar outpost on the outskirts of Glasgow for sentencing.

Dead Meat had been a thorn in the Templar's side for decades. The mercenary group thwarted their plans over and over again, and it could not be tolerated. The moment someone tipped them off as to the location of a safehouse, they were there to exact retribution. And the members of such a group would not be treated with clemency.

Bishop Macnamara stood in front of the tribunal which was attended by twenty or so Templar in hoods and robes, watching over the seventeen warriors who were chained together at the hands and feet. The bishop read a mass and then pronounced that God had smiled on them that day. Sinners had been delivered to them and the Templar would do their duty.

"It is God's will that you be punished, burned in the purifying flames for your sins which you commit as readily as breathing." Macnamara smiled to himself as the seventeen assembled warriors gasped, some cursing them. It was all useless. God was with them here in this place.

The Templar rarely burned so many heretics at once. They only had two pyres. And so it was decided that they would burn two an hour, holding a mass for each one, until they were rid of the murderers in their midst who sought to stop God's good work.

"God be with you."
During the raid on the Dead Meat safehouse in Aberdeen, seventeen members of the mercenary group had been apprehended. Those seventeen members were quickly taken to the large Templar outpost on the outskirts of Glasgow for sentencing.

Dead Meat had been a thorn in the Templar's side for decades. The mercenary group thwarted their plans over and over again, and it could not be tolerated. The moment someone tipped them off as to the location of a safehouse, they were there to exact retribution. And the members of such a group would not be treated with clemency.

Bishop Macnamara stood in front of the tribunal which was attended by twenty or so Templar in hoods and robes, watching over the seventeen warriors who were chained together at the hands and feet. The bishop read a mass and then pronounced that God had smiled on them that day. Sinners had been delivered to them and the Templar would do their duty.

"It is God's will that you be punished, burned in the purifying flames for your sins which you commit as readily as breathing." Macnamara smiled to himself as the seventeen assembled warriors gasped, some cursing them. It was all useless. God was with them here in this place.

The Templar rarely burned so many heretics at once. They only had two pyres. And so it was decided that they would burn two an hour, holding a mass for each one, until they were rid of the murderers in their midst who sought to stop God's good work.

"God be with you."
It had taken a long time for Patrick’s arms to heal and they still weren't completely better, but while he had convalesced, he had been fed with hearty and filling food and there had been no more torture and deprivation. He had to have a bedside service every day, but pretending to pray would never be as bad as the things he had suffered in the work room or during his forced fast. He had regained the weight he had lost while he had been purified and, though he couldn’t believe it, he actually looked better now than when he had come to this terrible place, lost to his alcoholism and slobbering drunk. He didn’t feel better, and he was scared shitless, but he looked healthier.

And this brings us to liberation )
It had taken a long time for Patrick’s arms to heal and they still weren't completely better, but while he had convalesced, he had been fed with hearty and filling food and there had been no more torture and deprivation. He had to have a bedside service every day, but pretending to pray would never be as bad as the things he had suffered in the work room or during his forced fast. He had regained the weight he had lost while he had been purified and, though he couldn’t believe it, he actually looked better now than when he had come to this terrible place, lost to his alcoholism and slobbering drunk. He didn’t feel better, and he was scared shitless, but he looked healthier.

And this brings us to liberation )
The work room was undoubtedly the worst few days of Patrick’s life, and he would grow to wish he could forget them, though the suffering he experienced at the hands of the Templar would forever be drilled into his memory.

The Strappado and one Lying Angel )
The work room was undoubtedly the worst few days of Patrick’s life, and he would grow to wish he could forget them, though the suffering he experienced at the hands of the Templar would forever be drilled into his memory.

The Strappado and one Lying Angel )
The Templar designed their purifications to hit the heart of the sinner, and while Patrick was being purified for being an alcoholic, it fell under the sin of gluttony. The obvious purification for such a sin was deprivation until the sinner appreciated what little he did receive.

The Fast )
The Templar designed their purifications to hit the heart of the sinner, and while Patrick was being purified for being an alcoholic, it fell under the sin of gluttony. The obvious purification for such a sin was deprivation until the sinner appreciated what little he did receive.

The Fast )
When Patrick awoke the next morning, it took several moments for him to remember the horror of yesterday. When he did, he immediately curled up on his bed, but he didn't have long to be panicked. The door to his cell swung open and the woman in the black hood entered, followed by two others.

No one said a word.

In Deleria )
When Patrick awoke the next morning, it took several moments for him to remember the horror of yesterday. When he did, he immediately curled up on his bed, but he didn't have long to be panicked. The door to his cell swung open and the woman in the black hood entered, followed by two others.

No one said a word.

In Deleria )
When Patrick awoke, his head was pounding and his throat was dry. He didn't much remember the previous evening, but that was normal. Even waking up with a throbbing skull and little knowledge as to where he was was normal these days. There was something more sinister about this, however. This place was dark and stuffy and terrifying.

One, Two, Freddy's coming for you! )
When Patrick awoke, his head was pounding and his throat was dry. He didn't much remember the previous evening, but that was normal. Even waking up with a throbbing skull and little knowledge as to where he was was normal these days. There was something more sinister about this, however. This place was dark and stuffy and terrifying.

One, Two, Freddy's coming for you! )
The town of Mic Oraş in Romania was a pious little town, well out of the way of the beaten path. Or any path. It was a Romanian Catholic town in the midst of a country which was predominantly Romanian Orthodox, and the inhabitants tended to keep to themselves. The town itself was so pious, that after ten at night, no one wandered the streets, save for the Night Watch. The villagers slumbered, knowing their well-being was attended to. They would not be robbed or harmed in the night.

A Complicated Rescue )
The town of Mic Oraş in Romania was a pious little town, well out of the way of the beaten path. Or any path. It was a Romanian Catholic town in the midst of a country which was predominantly Romanian Orthodox, and the inhabitants tended to keep to themselves. The town itself was so pious, that after ten at night, no one wandered the streets, save for the Night Watch. The villagers slumbered, knowing their well-being was attended to. They would not be robbed or harmed in the night.

A Complicated Rescue )
Raiding the Templar hideout in the Xinjiang province of China ended up being far easier than any of them had expected. Thanks to the information from the Chinese branch of Dead Meat, as well as the information Jerome had ‘extracted’ from Dragonetti, the hideout had been remarkably easy to find. And when they had arrived, ready for a fight, they found the place empty.

DAMN! )
Raiding the Templar hideout in the Xinjiang province of China ended up being far easier than any of them had expected. Thanks to the information from the Chinese branch of Dead Meat, as well as the information Jerome had ‘extracted’ from Dragonetti, the hideout had been remarkably easy to find. And when they had arrived, ready for a fight, they found the place empty.

DAMN! )
Peter made his way to Dragonetti's cell with much trepidation. He was not looking forward to seeing the man, even if their roles had very much switched. It was Peter who was the jailer now, and not Dragonetti.

Crazyman is crazy )
Peter made his way to Dragonetti's cell with much trepidation. He was not looking forward to seeing the man, even if their roles had very much switched. It was Peter who was the jailer now, and not Dragonetti.

Crazyman is crazy )
Peter's family was feeling the doldrums of the After-Christmas Blues, but it did help to know that they would be jetting off to Valencia in the early hours of the morning. Spain was like a place of solace for all of them. A place where they could relax and enjoy their family. It was especially important now, after the loss of David. Family mattered, and tomorrow they would be literally surrounded by it.

Familia )
Peter's family was feeling the doldrums of the After-Christmas Blues, but it did help to know that they would be jetting off to Valencia in the early hours of the morning. Spain was like a place of solace for all of them. A place where they could relax and enjoy their family. It was especially important now, after the loss of David. Family mattered, and tomorrow they would be literally surrounded by it.

Familia )

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