Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24685738-20140902214206

Elana opened her eyes. She was lying face down in the dirt. Er… She was being dragged, facedown in the dirt. Her arms were tied above her head, as she slowly inched forward…. Again… And again…

She spit blood and dirt out of her mouth, and struggled to raise her head. “H-Hello…?” She croaked out, wishing she could wipe the bloody spittle off her face, and brush down her hair to make her look more presentable. “H-hello…?” She asked, once more, upon hearing no answer. Finally, she was able to lift her head, and stared forward.

She was being dragged by Legionnaires. Well, not Legionnaires exactly. She had never seen a more diverse group. One of the men was a Breton, with red hair, and no eyes. His eye sockets were pits full of scar tissue, and that made Elana sick. She was always squeamish about eyes.

The other was a female orc, with large, blood red splotches of paint on her cheeks and forehead. At least… Elana hoped it was paint. The woman’s eyes were a deep blue, that seemed so innocent. However, the way she comfortable held a crusty red battleaxe told Elana otherwise.

Finally, there was a hooded man. Elana couldn’t see his face, but something about his posture showed her that he was the leader. A large black cloak covered his entire body, leaving Elana unable to find out who… or what he was. She wished she could get a glimpse at his face, as there was just something about him… He terrified her.

The orc woman grunted. “She’s awake, Asin.”

The hooded man turned around, giving her a glimpse of a strange, silvery glow emanating from his neck. He raised his hand, saying nothing, and the group stopped their horses. ‘Asin’ slid down from his black horse, and turned away form Elana. The Breton man got down from his horse, in a more graceful manner. Even though he seemed to be unable to see, he walked right over to Elana ad gripped her chin in his hand. “Hello, Elana Indoril.”