Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131116222109/@comment-3293219-20131118205150

(Sod it...)

Before Nish could process what had happened, he was grabbed and taken somewhere else.

Within a flash he had stopped feeling the wind in his hair and he was no longer moving at a high speed along the dirt roads leading up to Raven Rock, Eilonwyn's hand was no longer right next to his.

As he arrived at the Red Mountain, he looked up to see a corridor full of prison cells, stretching for miles. Several made screams could be heard, the sounds of sobbing and cries of pain echoed throughout. It was overstimulating to say the least, there must be hundreds in these cells, some of them had been here for an ungodly ammount of time.

As Nish let the situation sink in, his captors had already picked out his cell. Before he knew it, he was grabbed and thrown in and the door shut behind him.

Thankfully, the horendus noises from outside couldn't be heard in his cell for this he was greatful but he had no idea of how much time was left before he would contribute to the sounds of suffering outside.

As he turned around, he noticed that something moved in the shadows, it was too big to be vermin or a pest... Much too big.

The figure then began to walk towards him, its feet pounding the floor and annuoncing the figure's weight to the world.

Nish stepped away from the figure as it got closer, he pressed himself up against the wall and tried to think of anything that he could use in the room to his advantage. He had no weapons as they were taken by the guards and this room just had cold stone walls and floor, none of which could be removed.

The figure appeared to be an orc, he was at least twice as tall as Nish, he was made of solid muscle and most disturbingly, he was missing a hand.

"Hehe... little princess like you? You aren't going to last a week here..." The orc grinned.

Name: Bologra Blackbeard

Race: Orc

Gender: Male

Class: Warrior

Armor: His armour was taken from him, he now wears sack clothes like all inmates do, he refuses to wear the shirt.

Weapon(s): Normally steel axe but it's been confiscated, he also attatches a bayonet on the end of his 'stump' but that too has been confiscated.

Backstory: Bologra has lived his life as a mercenary; he was highly sort after by people who needed effective muscle. His strength alone made him better than most mercenaries but he also has freakishly tough skin, which would make anybody not up to the task of killing him, think twice before engaging his clients.

Bologra grew bored of the mercenary life over time and find himself lost, until two years ago when a daedra challenged him.

He fought with some of the other champions summoned by the Daedra and came out victorious. The victory went to his head and he believed himself more powerful than the daedra, for this error in judgement, he lost his hand. (Bologra's previous story is still ongoing here)

Some time after this, he was captured by the owners of Red Mountain.

The reason for this is uncertain as of now...