Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629105040/@comment-24123288-20140701232714

Julies silent wailing was interrupted by rustling in the bushes. She shot up, looking around rapidly, worried he’d found her.

S-set? She thought, peering into the foliage, noting that the rustling had paused. Julie stood up weakly, clutching as her stomach rumbled in pain. She breathed in sharply through her teeth, holding her sword tightly with the other hand.

“Set!?” Julie called, spinning round as the rustling returned. Wicked laughter could be heard as a Dunmeri man burst out of the leaves to greet her. Julie froze, recognising him as one of the fifteen from the cave. Her entire body stiffened in fear and anger as he leered at her, obviously after a second round.

“Th-the fuck you want!?” She snapped, drawing her blade.

“Oh. He’ll like you…” The man replied.

“Pfft…” Julie scoffed, stepping forwards. “Get something original. I’ve heard that before…”

The man spat on the ground, wiping his mouth and shambled forwards. “You don’t insult me like that and get away with it you harlot!”

Julie rolled her eyes, pointing her blade at his groin. “Yeah, I’m a whore.” She admitted, angrily staring at the man before her. “But I have just lost everything. I don’t have much to live for. But the one thing that I do? I ain’t letting you tak-“ Before she could finish, Julie was tackled to the floor, her sword flying and her hands forced behind her back. She struggled, feeling her hair get grabbed as her head was tugged back. The Dunmer screamed in rage, struggling to break free before her face was slammed into the dirt, knocking her out…

“Tiberionus will be…proud. We finally caught her.”

-

~A few hours later~

Julie blinked, her world blurring into focus as she groaned. She tried to sit up but found herself tied to a pole, obviously the support of a tent. The Dunmer blinked again, her stomach on fire. She looked down on the ground, peering at the floor. From the rockiness and general chill she felt, Julie deduced she was in some sort of cave.

''F-fuck. Set will be really worried now… ''

''Unless he knocked himself out before I did… ''

Julie hung her head, already starting to cry as her heart longed for the man she loved. She glanced over to the mouth of the tent, glaring as a woman in long red robes shuffled in, looking down at her with kind eyes.

Julie shrank back, struggling to get as far away from this woman as possible.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hey…Hey…” The other Dunmer soothed, a warm smile on her face as she knelt down in front of Julie, her long black hair tumbling in front of her shoulders. “My name is Ali, a healer. I’m here to give you the once over before Tiberionus comes to look and see if you’re the real deal.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Julie sighed heavily, her lips trembling and her shoulders sagging. She looked at Ali, pleading silently for her just to let her go.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ali shook her head, placing her hands on her shoulders and running them down her arms. “No fractures…Former slave…Hand was broken recently…” She murmured, her hands glowing orange as she moved to her chest. “A lot of burns…heavy scarring…Heart suffered major trauma…Oh!” She gasped as soon as her hands reached her stomach, tearing them away and covering her mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The f-fuck is it!?” Julie snapped, kind of panicked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What’s your name?” Ali asked her, her hands shaking.

<p class="MsoNormal">“J-julie…” Julie admitted, looking back to the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Julie…” Ali whispered, placing her warm hand back on Julies stomach, double checking. “Have you been feeling sick recently?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Julie nodded in confirmation, raising her eyebrows. “Y-yeah. H-how d-do you kn-know!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because you’re…” Ali stopped, looking back of her shoulder, growing incredibly panicky. “You’re pregnant…” She hissed quietly, standing up and moving to the side of the tent, standing to attention.

<p class="MsoNormal">Julie looked to Ali, her jaw agape in shock. Before she could ask her any further, another Dunmer stepped inside. His presence was instantly authoritative. Charisma and confidence oozed from every pore in his body. Julies katana was strapped to his belt, as was a rather intricate looking staff, obviously very powerful.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes…” The Dunmer whispered sultrily. “A Dunmer with long red hair and a scarred face. The toughest Dunmer in Cyrodiil…” Tiberionus murmured, kneeling in front of her. “The Dunmer fit to rule by my side…”