Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140624141326/@comment-25028213-20140625182700

Name: ...

Race: Wood Elf (Bosmer)

Gender: Male

Class: Ranger (Scout)

Weapons: Currently, nothing

Armour: Certain parts, made of rawhide

Backstory: ...

The Mer opened his eyes slowly... but immediately winced as a sharp pain coursed through his body making him moan in pain. He looked down at where the pain was coming from; his left leg lay at an awkward angle in a pool of blood, a large gash almost seemed to be carved into it.

'At least it's still intact...' He thought as he checked the rest of his body. There were many bruises on his arms and chest but no other bleeding. 'Thank Stendarr...' he tried to move his hands but they were cuffed in chains attached to the wall behind him. '....W-where am i?' He looked around the dimly lit room and shuddered as he noticed the dead bodies of warriors in heavy armour shackled to the walls opposite and next to him, some having been reduced to bones. He wanted to cover his nose as the smell of rotting flesh finally hit him, but couldn't due to his imprisonment. "Where..." he tried to ask aloud but all his energy seem as if it had been completely drained.

'How did i... i can't remember...' His thoughts seemed encased somewhere in his mind, in a place that he couldn't quite reach. 'We... me... another Bosmer.. a few Khajiit... through the desert, to reach Southpoint... because daedra...my sister...'  Some of his thoughts were coming back, but not in detail. 'But then the gate... no way past.......' He sighed and slumped in defeat of his mind.

'My... my name...' He thought long and hard to try and answer himself about all that had happened, but he simply couldn't. As he looked down at his chest he realised that he had been stripped of some of his armour, and what was left was mostly damaged or broken. His bow or his dagger were no-where to be seen. A small golden pendant, perhaps a locket lay around his neck.

'I need to get out of here... wherever i am...' He looked up once more across the room and noticed a bag... his bag laying on the ground beside the opposite wall, next to the only door. The only source of light was coming from a tiny window on his left. Outside looked completely red and he heard a strange continuous noise of bubbling, as if there was a massive lava forge outside. He sensed that he was high up and the room seem slightly circular... like a tower.

'I don't think i'll make it if i can't get out of here soon...' he thought filled with sorrow. He tried to get up on his right leg, but the searing pain from his other leg and his back caused him to scream in pain as he fell back down. 'This is my only chance' he thought. He turned towards the small window and yelled at the top of his lungs "HEEEELLLLP!!" His head fell back and he prayed to Stendarr, Mara, Arkay, Akatosh, that anyone could come to his aid.

'Please..." he begged as he slowly fell back out of conciseness "anyone..."

As his eyes closed themselves he heard the sound of a door opening somewhere, shortly followed by chaos... shouting... magicka...

Then darkness...

(Sorry if this seems over-done, i get carried away slightly... also, hello)