Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140725170325/@comment-12599067-20140806012021

(There's an Elder Scrolls: Fallout RP. I'm so disappointed.)

The next day arrived shortly and the prisoners were, as usual, dragged from their cells and herded off to the mines like cattle. Bjolmar, who was truthfully quite exhausted, did not take kindly to being dragged off to the mines but kept himself from lashing out for the time being. Soon, he reminded himself as the guards marched them out to the yard.

However, they were not marched off to the mines just yet. The prisoners were stopped before the a squadron of guards along with the three lieutenants and the warden, all with crossed arms. The warden cleared his throat and looked over the crowd of prisoners before beginning.

"We have been informed, convicts, that there has been a recent altercation concerning food stolen from the kitchens and a guard being attacked. A guard reports that he was assaulted as he was entering the kitchens last night and we have found food missing from the stockpiles. While we are at this time unable to determine who has stolen the goods and assaulted one of our own, we are obligated to inform you that extra meals will no longer be served and anyone we so much as suspect of being involved will be put into solitary confinement. If you wish for this to change, you will report any and all suspicious behavior to the guards the instant you see or hear anything. Am I clear?" asked Regimus, staring the convicts down as he waited for the chorus of 'yes sirs' that would follow.