Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140426152128/@comment-5735114-20140427134816

(I'll just assume Solaris is with the rest of 'em.)

Solaris was bround and dragged over to the cart without any problems. There would be a time to fight, but then was not it. Feeling Goldbrand's familiar weight on his waist, Solaris was pleased they hadn't thought to take his beloved katana. However, he was much less pleased with the people he was stuck with. Glancing about, he occationaly gave angry glares to both Julie and Senynda, but soon settled back to his calm gazing.

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Davioc sat in a solitary cell in the Imperial City prison, wallowing in his own despair. Just a few days ago, he was on top, head of the largest Daedric cult in High Rock. Now, he was sentenced to death by both Solaris and Cyrodiil. How did it get to this?

Davioc sat in the guest bedroom of Solaris's mansion, silently giving thanks to the Daedra for staving off his death. He had no idea why, but Solaris had not yet followed up on his promise of death. Hoping against hope, Davioc had assumed forgiveness.

Having finished with his prayers, Davioc went down for something to eat. However, halfway down the stairs, he heard people talking and the door being opened and closed, and quickly rushed back upstairs as quietly as he could. He wasn't about to meet some mystery guests in the home of the most influential Daedric cultist in Cyrodiil. Hiding in the guest bedroom, Davioc planned to wait until whoever was there, were gone.

It wasn't long before Davioc heard some strange thumping noise. Curiostity threatened to get the best of him, but the hushed voices downstairs quickly discouraged him, and he went back to trying to breath as quietly as possible. The thumps progressively got louder, up to the point that they were almost deafening.

However, they abruptly stopped for a moment, then Davioc heard a loud crack, followed by another, and another. It was much akin to breaking stone. Perhaps it was fear, or his nature, that stopped Davioc from putting two and two together, so he stayed in the bedroom. Only when he felt the floor beneath him quake a little, did Davioc finally realize what was happening.

He quickly stood up and ran out into the hallway, trying to make his way to the stairs, not caring anymore about the mystery guests, or the fact that he was running straight into what was demolishing the house. He needed to get out. Just as he was almost at the stairs, a large piece of the ceiling narrowly missed Davioc and landed right in front of him, causing ages-old dust and debris to find open air once again.

Coughing as the particles invaded his lungs, Davioc tried to wave away the thick air, to no avail. His eyes, too, were beginning to sting, and now he had no way out except for a window in the guest bedroom. Running back there desperatly, Davioc didn't consider that it was a two-story drop and he had absolutely no experience in these types of situations.

Either as a saving grace, or a sign of certain doom, another piece of the ceiling crumbled right in front of Davioc, blocking his only path out of the house. Now, he was trapped in the small stretch of hallway. Coughing and keeping his watering eyes firmly shut this time, Davioc tried to feel around for anything else. Once he thought the dust cleared sufficiently, Davioc opened his eyes. He was wrong.

His eyes now knives stabbing into his head, Davioc looked upwards to see large cracks on the ceiling above him. Having nowhere to move, Davioc was bound to die. Bracing himself, Davioc still felt a great deal of pain as the large chunk of stone that was once above him hit him on the head, causing him to fall unconscious.

With a blinding pain in his head, chest, and eyes, Davioc's rude awakening was accompanied by darkness and voices. He saw a crack of sunlight as a piece of the rubble was pulled off of him, and soon he was unearthed from the remains of the once-beautiful home.

"We've got one!" cried the Imperial soldier who pulled Davioc out of the rubble. Looking down, Davioc saw a bright yellow sun on dark gray robes. "Aww, crap...", was the last thing he could remember saying.

Davioc sighed. It was the third time he'd been able to recount his pathetic capture that day, and he cursed at himself more each time. To his surprise, Davioc heard his cell door opening, and an Imperial soldier enter. Davioc was on the verge of tears; he was about to die.

"Davioc? Come with me."