Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-5735114-20140907155759

Tivyl groaned as a pounding headache woke him up, forcefully pulling him out of a light, fitful sleep. He was tied in his kneeling position, and was getting quite sore. As his vision came into focus, he could see that there was now light in the room, provided by a single torch.

Taking the opportunity, Tivyl examined the room to the best of his ability. Rather, the cave. It was quite long, and there was a door built into a narrow passage, which did not appear to lead outside. The ceiling of the cave was rather low, and would allow Tivyl to stand and give him about a foot or two of space above his head. The cold stone ground was cluttered with weapons of various quality, though a good deal of them were made of iron and steel. There were also a few crudely-made mannequins, just sticks held together in a humanoid form, wearing Forsworn armor.

The idiots put me in their armory!

The Dark Elf couldn't help but chuckle at his predicament, the irony that so many tools he could use to escape were just out of reach, and the intellect of the Forsworn. Or maybe it was just confidence.

I'll give 'em something to be confident about, that's for sure.

However, Tivyl was still faced with the 'unable to move' problem, and he curbed his thoughts before he got too far ahead of himself. The Dark Elf suddenly began to wonder what was behind him, and wished he could check.

''Wishing won't get you anywhere, Tivyl. Think!''

The first plan that came to his head was to try and lean forwards, and hope that struggling around would eventually have one of the swords laying around cut his ropes. However, his arms were tied behind his back, and falling flat on his face on stone or metal, was one of the last things Tivyl wanted to do.

The Dark Elf continued to sit in silence for what felt like ages, but no thoughts would come to his mind. Where was his cleverness when he needed it? Trying to take his mind off of negative thoughts such as that, he began to think about food. When had he last eaten? That was in Solitude. He'd expected to have arrived by now, whenever now was.

"Hey!" he called out into the cave, getting only an echo for a response, "Hey! Would it kill you to bring some food!?"

Tivyl, awaiting any answer, sat in silence. Eventually he gave up on hoping for one, and again began to think of escape.

''Look at you. Swords all around, and you're stuck here. Fucking swords everywhere. Fucking Forsworn! Fuck! Fuck! Those little fucking bastards are all gonna die!''

Tivyl had done a decent job keeping his anger in check until then.

"Hey! I'm fucking starving over here!" the Dark Elf yelled, his stomach growling in agreement.

''Little asses don't even bother to feed their prisoners! ''

"Forsworn bastards! Get in here!"

After a while, Tivyl was still not granted a reply, and he groaned angrily and was about to try again when he was interrupted.

"Stop already!"

"And who the fuck are you to try and tell me to stop? I'll scream my fucking head off if I have to!"

"It will get you nowhere. Save your energy."

The voice came from behind Tivyl. It was female, no doubt, but he couldn't make out the race. It wasn't a Khajiit, Orc, Dunmer, or Aronian, but could have belonged to anyone else. It sounded tearful, but spoke with enough conviction and confidence that it made Tivyl shut up.

After this, Tivyl and the female behind him sat in silence, with the former now aware of the latter's very light breathing. It was quiet enough that it could have gone unnoticed unless one was looking for it. Eventually, Tivyl stomach broke the silence. He was used to going some time without food, but he didn't like it. It brought back memories of his childhood.

"So... how long have you been here?" asked Tivyl, trying not to think of food or his past.

After a brief silence, the female answered. "I... I don't know. They kept me in here for so long, I lost track of time..."

That got Tivyl thinking how long he'd been here. As if reading his mind, the female added, "I've been here longer than you, if you were wondering."

The Dark Elf nodded. That made sense. "Then, could you tell me if we're to get fed this year?"

"The Forsworn are low on food as it is. Don't count on it anytime soon," said the female with a burdensome voice. "Brace yourself... It will only get worse from here."