Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140107145124

Nish noticed that his hand no longer hurt, in fact, he could no longer feel his stomach, it was as it should be. He took advantage of his current condition, rolling off of the stone slab and running towards the door, without thinking he grabbed the handle and swung it open to see the cannibals congregating outside. They were all hunched over, eating out of bowls with a roaring fire at the center of the room with a bubbling stewpott suspended over it.

Edgar stood up and was surprisingly in a good mood, despite Nish's escape attempt. "Ah, good, you're up!" He quickly stepped around his flock and went over to the breton, holding onto his shoulders and forcing him to sit down onto a stool. "Bring some over here, he must be starving!"

Nish didn't like this, not one bit... but at least they weren't trying to cut him up. As he sat down to recieve the meal, he noticed that he was stood on something soft. He looked down to see that he was stood on some screwed up, torn and lightly bloodstained clothing.

As he was forced down onto the stool, he noticed something... he'd seen it before. The material, was red and it was most likely a dress. He hadn't seen anyone wearing a dress like it, at least not recently.

He sat down as the soup was forced into his hands and he was given a spoon, everyone sat around him, glancing at eachother. He ignored them scooped some of the soup up into the spoon, slowly  swaying it back and too to see what was in it.

He looked down and shrugged as he looked into the bowl to try and scoop something with more than just water in it. Though he was immediately taken by surprise, when he saw two red eyeballs bubbling up to the surface and floating at the center of his soup bowl. The breton shuddered as he threw the dish onto the floor, stepping back, away from his captors.

"You-" He stammered, "You killed them! Laliah... Tabith!"

Little Nepht...

Edgar looked around with a grin, "we haven't done anything of the sort Nish."

"Bullsh- Wait... what did you call me? How do you know my na-"

Edgar laughed and turned away, you could tell that he had been looking forward to this for some time. "So many questions... fortunately for you, I can show you something that can answer all of these questions..."

The scarred breton walked away, doing his own dirty work for once and leaving Nish to think about it...

''Who's dress is this? I swear I've seen i-''

''Eilonwyn hummed a merry tune as she finished girlifying herself. She walked back to Nishs room and  saw that he had returned but had his back to her. ''

''Silently the Dunmer walked in and hugged the Breton from behind, forcing him to look straight ahead so he didn't see her in this abomination of an outfit. ''

''Nish felt Eilonwyn's arms wrap around his waste, gasping as he wasn't expecting it. ''

''"Someone seems to be in a good mood." He replied, happily. ''

''"Of course!" Eilonwyn chuckled as she pressed her head into his back. "I'm with you, free from my disease and looking to the future. Why wouldn't I be in a good mood!" ''

''She let go and sighed. ''

''"Besides I got that smelly old Armour off too! Remind me to buy some new stuff later." ''

''Eilonwyn grinned bashfully, feeling awkward as the Breton turned to look at her in her newly "found" dress. ''

''No... can't be...''

Edgar returned with a sight that crushed Nish's very soul, Eilonwyn was dragged along by a collar and lead, she wore a blindfold to cover her mutilated eyes.

No...

"I found her a couple of hours before you showed up..." Edgar said with glee.

"You piece of shit!" Nish cried out in rage as he quickly punched the nearest guard, it was unexpected and a heavy punch. 'Jerren' fell to the floor as Nish took her iron sword and finished her off with it, before charging in towards Edgar. Edgar was incredibly cockey, slowly drawing his knife and smiling to recieve him. However, Nish was going for the kill...

Nish ran the sword through Edgar's chest, plummeting it deeper and deeper until it had gone right through and it was restricted by the floor.

"Daniel?" Eilonwyn asked, baffling the both of them.

Nish didn't pay any attention, he drew the sword out of Edgar's chest and plunged it in. Again and again, he continued to do it long after the godless bastard had died from his wounds.

"Daniel?"

Nish continued to stab at Edgar, unable to focus on anything else right now...

"Daniel!"

Nish awoke, shaking as he did.

"Wha-?" He looked around, noticing that he was back in his cell, surrounded by the dunmer family.

"Are you okay? You were... I mean, you were..." Laliah tried to inform him.

"I'm fine..." Nish lied, closing his eyes.

"So... what did they do to you?" Tabith asked, though she sounded more curious than sympathetic.

Nish decided to let actions speak louder than words. He drew his hand and showed them the bandaged fingers.

"They took my fingers..."

Everyone winced as he drew his hand, looking away, Laliah covered Nepht's eyes...

"Did you see what they do? To the other prisoners I mean..." Helseth butted in.

Nish rolled his head back up to the ceiling, you really don't want to know...