Rastaban had tried not to draw too much attention to himself and he didn't resist when he was captured and thrown in jail. He didn't know where he was and his magic was likely to make things worse. Unfortunately the people here were more attuned to magic than he expected. He didn't go quietly when they took him in for experimentation. He siphoned the life energy from anyone who touched him and he shaped his magic into vines of golden light that entangled everyone in the room. He was injured from his capture though and he couldn't sustain his magic and heal at the same time. After a fierce struggle Rastaban was overpowered and restrained.
He didn't remember much after that. When his captors started slicing into him he shifted his consciousness to his magic side to avoid the pain. Under the embrace of his magic the world around him blurred under a weightless cloud of magical energy that resonated with his anger and terror. He was only vaguely aware he was being moved somewhere else.
In his weakened state he noticed the addicting warmth of Tox's life energy before anything. Life energy gives off a special warmth. The warmth is tied to the person's soul so everyone's warmth feels slightly different. In general sickness or injury will make the life energy give off less warmth and magic generates more but nothing is set in stone. Rastaban was curious what Tox's energy would feel like and he struggled to sit up. They weren't moving, were they another prisoner? He hesitated. He had already broken his vow to not drain someone's life earlier today. Although he could argue that it was self defense. This wouldn't be and he slumped back down with a groan. His golden glowing eyes flickered with a spark of irritation as he turned to Tox with a frown.
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Date: 2025-12-04 12:22 pm (UTC)From:He didn't remember much after that. When his captors started slicing into him he shifted his consciousness to his magic side to avoid the pain. Under the embrace of his magic the world around him blurred under a weightless cloud of magical energy that resonated with his anger and terror. He was only vaguely aware he was being moved somewhere else.
In his weakened state he noticed the addicting warmth of Tox's life energy before anything. Life energy gives off a special warmth. The warmth is tied to the person's soul so everyone's warmth feels slightly different. In general sickness or injury will make the life energy give off less warmth and magic generates more but nothing is set in stone. Rastaban was curious what Tox's energy would feel like and he struggled to sit up. They weren't moving, were they another prisoner? He hesitated. He had already broken his vow to not drain someone's life earlier today. Although he could argue that it was self defense. This wouldn't be and he slumped back down with a groan. His golden glowing eyes flickered with a spark of irritation as he turned to Tox with a frown.
"Are you alright?"