Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131221200431/@comment-3293219-20131222005320

The 'guards' had been quiet for a while, Nish wondered if they were still in the room with him.

"You recognise the name then?" He asked, mostly to check that anyone was there to hear him.

The voice from before replied to him, Nish couldn't tell what race he was as Orcs and Nords oddly sound the same in Cyrodiil...

"Yeah, we recognise it... but it don't mean shit. They're just flappin' their gums about the ritual, before we do it and then? You're screwed."

Nish was about to try and talk his way out of it but the door swung open and interrupted him.

"Ah... this is the breton, you speak of?" An altmer said, Nish imagined him turning to the other 'guards.'

No genius, he's next door, I'm just an errotic dancer... Nish thought in his head but he didn't want to press his luck.

"Remove his hood... I want to look into his eyes."

Nish heard footsteps and felt a hand hold his chest down, his hood was violently ripped from his head, catching his ears. As the hood was ripped from his head, he saw a nord knelt over him, clutching the hood. He stepped back and let the altmer step forward.

"Alright... hold still, let me get a good look at you."

Nish rolled his eyes, "You should know that I'm spoken for..." He muttered.

"Hush and stay still, look at me."

Nish focussed his eyes, quickly realising that they must be checking his eyes for red.

"Well... his eyes are normal and he's been lay in the sun for five minutes and he doesn't look any worse for wear."

I thought they had a ritual...

"You've admitted to being bitten by vampires... when was this?"

Nish sighed, he just wanted to find Eilonwyn...

"Three years ago." He answered, honestly.

"And you were saved? By witchcraft?"

His questions were begining to annoy him, he felt sympathy for any unfortunate vampires who were dragged down here.

"I believe so..." Nish answered, truthfull.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why were you saved? You don't look rich, powerful or important..." The altmer deduced.

"Yeah, well you aren't a basket of roses either..." Nish smirked.

Nish's smirk was wiped off of his face, when the nord kicked him in the face.