Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140404170938/@comment-3293219-20140406180148

Set was dragged to the King’s throne, though he put up little resistance, he still slipped, due to the fact that he was being pulled by two guards. They dragged him, past the guards, who were holding Cyrus, and threw him at the ‘king’s’ feet, prompting the orc to stand.

He stood for a brief moment, looking down on the Bosmer as he tried to figure him out.

“Your name?” He began, clenching his fists.

Set gasped and pulled himself to his feet; he staggered a little and looked up at the orc, looking slightly intimidated by his size.

He was like a giant…

“S-Set…” He stammered, straightening his back and looking up at him. He hadn’t fully recovered from the beating, that he received from Telemachus yet and being dragged here didn’t do him much good either.

“Set,’ my people told me that you brutally killed one of my men, after he accepted your surrender.”

“Y-Yeah… He was an asshole…” The Bosmer Wheezed, he flinched as he expected a battering ram fist to the face.

“Humph… Indeed. Weakness should only be rewarded with death. Peris got exactly as he deserved…”

“Glad we both agree on that…

Now where are my fuckin’ kids?” Set snapped at him, though it didn’t sound very intimidating as the anger came between exasperated gasps.

“The boy is by the door.

The girl?

Well, I’m going to hold onto her…”

“She isn’t yours...”

“That didn’t stop you…” The Orsimer muttered, taking a seat in his throne, now looking across from his prisoner. “They clearly aren’t related to you…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“They’re…” Set paused, he didn’t need to know but he would most likely beat him, if he didn’t tell the truth.

<p class="MsoNormal">“They were my friend’s…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh? And where is this ‘friend?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set hung his head, closing his eyes and reflecting on his past failures, holding back the tears.

<p class="MsoNormal">“She’s… Gone…”