Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140308235607/@comment-24449631-20140310163737

Rowan also woke up. He did feel like he wasn't there. Everything felt like it was spining around, and it was all so dark.

"uhhh.." Rowan muttered to himself, feeling some warm air touch his lips and nose.

As he started to get more aware of his surroudings he found that he was placed in a rather unordinary position. seated...

It also seemed he was naked. As he felt the cold of the dark place finally catch up with him. Even for a Nord it was noticably colder than any place in Cyrodiil.

He then finally, slowly opened his eyes.

"Mmmhh" he mumbled, feeling that warm breath against his own mouth again. It then dawned to him that his mouth had been laced.

This horryfing discovery made him want to yell. But the only sound he produced was some muffled noise no one could hear, upstairs. Yes... it was obvious he had been tided to a chair in a cellar. Somewhere... naked.

Rowan shivered at the idea. What had happened to him? How did he get here?

He failed to remember. As he felt his head sore. But it wasn't just the drink from yesterday causing havoc, no he felt a drips of a red fluid trickle down his chin. it was blood. His own blood. he must've been knocked unconscious.

"Hmmmm! Hewwwp" He tried to call out while stomping with the chair, trying to brake himself loose.