Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140509162816/@comment-5735114-20140511133146

Davioc was escorted through the prison by the Imperial guard, past numerous jail cells. Everyone who still had the will to get up and look glared at Davioc, thinking he was released far before his time. His Rising Sun robes, which he had not had time to switch out, only served to fuel the prisoners' hatred further.

A Daedra-worshipping lunatic is let go, but not us?

Davioc shuffled behind, his usual confidence waning the way it only had before Solaris. He tried to avoid looking at the other prisoners, as though making eye contact with them would make him drop dead on the spot. The prisoners sure hoped so, anyways.

However, the two finally made it out of the celled area, and up a flight of stairs into a corridor. The guard stopped at the top of the stairs to wait for Davioc, who eventually made his way up.

"A word of warning-- keep your mouth shut, and just nod," whispered the guard. As much as he despised the Rising Sun, he enjoyed the opportunity to pass on experience. It made him feel wise.

The two walked over to a wooden door, one of the few only ones in the corridor. The guard nodded and quietly opened the door, staying outside and waving his hand towards the inside of the room. Davioc obeyed and shuffled inside, and the door closed behind him, a little louder this time as the guard rushed back to his post.

"Ah, Davioc...", said a man who was sitting in a large armchair, that appeaed to be made of unrefined bear skin. However, the stench was not present. The man himself was a rather bulky Imperial, clearly having had his desk job for some time. However, the room lacked a desk, or any other functional furniture. The walls were decorated with various animal heads, and a few that looked suspiciously like humans thrown in there as well.

"Sit."

Davioc looked around, seeing no chair, and looked up at the Imperial in the armchair.

"Sit," he said, more sternly now.

Davioc glanced around again, then eventually sat on the floor, which forced him to look up if he wanted to see the man whom he was in the room with.

"Do you know why you're still alive, Davioc?"

Davioc normally would have retorted with a rather rude comment, but remembering the guard's advice and his current position, remained silent.

"It's because, when a beast is wounded, it runs away," the Imperial continued. "Much like your little cult."

Davioc stayed silent, wondering where this was going. The analogy flew over his head and out the door.

"And, since we know you hold a ranking position..." Davioc had to wonder how he knew that, as Solaris was usually very careful, "You can be of use to us. Give us your leader, and maybe your existance will continue."

Davioc stayed silent, still. To betray the cult, the Daedra, Solaris, amongst the only things he was not confident against in a fight?

"Or, we could just send you to our headsman. He could use the money; it seems as though most criminals have wisened up these days," the Imperial finished, leaving off on a sour note that struck Davioc. Just as he had escaped the sentence of death from Solaris, and his very mansion, he was to die as a petty criminal?

After a moment of silence, Davioc nodded slowly. What choice did he have?

"Excellent," said the Imperial, clearly happy with his decision. "I'll be waiting. You'll have an escort with you at all times, in case you get any bright ideas." He then waved Davioc off, who stood and left the room, a rather large knot in his stomach.

How would he pull this one off?