Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131128185142/@comment-3293219-20131203104559

Manja awoke, somewhat dazed and cofused. She appeared to be in a bed *oww* no, sleeping bag.

She tried sit up and noticed that she was weighed down by something, it wasn't that heavy but it caught her attention. She looked down and noticed that Nish was snuggled up to her, he was a lot smaller and younger than he was now. She remembered this well, hiding in a sleeping bag to escape the cold air, relying on eachother for warmth, more than the bag itself. She always remembered Nish's body being warm but his hands were always so damn cold.

She moved his hand across her stomach and dropped it infront of him, she wanted to take look around.

''Riften... First seed...''

She recognised the weather, it was cold but not arctic like it got in the true winter months.

She sighed as she reluctantly climbed out of her sleeping bag and went out into the cold world, she wanted to get breakfast, before any of  the merchants tended to their stores.

''I wonder if they have apples today? I swear, I could eat a whole one... stalk and all!''

To her surprise, there were no market stalls, the streets were empty. Devoid completely of life, Riften stood as a ghost town.

''Where... is everyone?''

It was early in the morning, she knew this but she think that it would be this deserted.

Where were the merchants? The crooks? The whores applying their trade in back alleys?

Suddenly, Manja felt as if she was falling, her world shook around her and her head began to throb as it suddenly crashed.

The impact caused her to fall to the floor and her world dematerialised around her.

She was now in the Ratway, a place that she feared and despised more than anything.

She drew her knife and advanced, depper into sewer like layout of the ratway. The drips that fell off of the leaking pipes, echoed throughout the ratway, a sound that she was more than familiar with at this point.

She could hear laughter up ahead, it sounded like... the flagon!

She picked up the pace, making her way over to the flagon in order to join her former comrades from the thieves' guild but mostly for the ale, she was parched.

She burst in and shut the door behind her, not knowing what to say to her former colleagues.

She ran ahead and saw several people hunched around a large table, almost like one of those family dinners she had read about. Unable to contain her excitement, she dashed over to the table and looked over the guest's shoulders.

Holy!

She stepped away, feeling disgusted she heaved over the river.

"Ha! Manja, good to see you!" One of her former colleagues cried out, throwing his arms in the air.

"You've come a long way back to us and there's enough for everyone!"

Manja looked up, seeing the banquit behind him. Severed arms, legs and obviously human bones scatered across the table. The table itself was covered in blood and the table cloth was blood red, implying that they ate their victims alive.

She drew her knife and raised it, "stay away from me you sick bastards!"

"Aww... going so soon?" An imperial stood up, speaking with a mock sadness in his voice.

"We were so looking forward to having you for dinner this evening..." He finished with grin as he lunged for her. Manja screamed and jumped back, she'd never been this fearful in her life.

She turned and went for the door, thankfully it wasn't locked. She swung it open and closed it from the other side, however, several hands tried to prevent her.

She shrieked and slammed it shut, repeatedly.

"Sorry assholes but dinner's cancelled!"

(I'll continue this later, I have to go now)