Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140624141326/@comment-25028213-20140629190847

The Bosmer awoke once again as an extreme heat, perhaps fire, swirled in the air above his head. Upon opening his eyes, he was almost forced to close them due to intense light filling the room.

"What the-" he words were cut off as a massive tail swung its was though the room, cutting the poorly built walls into rubble, as if they were made of paper. The Mer and his shackles were ripped off the wall in the chaos, freeing him. He stood up. Strangely, his leg and back were almost as they used to be, the large cut now barely visible in his skin.

"Thank Akatosh" he praised as he walked over to a large gap next to him where the small window used to be. He gasped and muttered profanities as he looked around. He was in Oblivion, the Deadlands to be precise. Rubble of red rock and ash lay all around on the ground below him and where there wasn't ground there was lava. Massive towers stood around him, so high that they almost pierced the star-filled red-clouded sky above, lacking the two beautiful moons the Mer once knew.

He looked down on the floor behind him and noticed something sparkle in the bright light. The golden locket must have fell off his neck. After leaning down to pick it up, he opened it slowly and his mind suddenly filled with the sense of deja vu. Inside was the tiny image of a smiling young Khajitt woman.

'Goodbye Riagan! Bye Tarim-ja!' a voice echoed inside his head.

"Lisette..." Tari whispered as the past memories of her, his brother, and his own name returned to his brain in an instant. "This one will find you, my sister" he said clutching the small locket to his chest before putting it back around his neck,

"I promise."

Tarim-ja was suddenly brought back to reality as the roar of the dragon rushed through his eardrums. Picking up his bag of supplies on the floor beside him, including his Elven bow (hand crafted by his brother as a gift) and a strange dagger that he must have found previously; a small black and silver dagger with the Daedric symbol for 'O' engraved halfway along the scabbard. Tari noted that the symbol looked like a Oblivion gate, from experience as he had obviously seen one before... but couldn't remember when.

Tarim-ja looked around for a way into the tower to get to safety (as the dragon hadn't noticed him from where he was yet) but the door to the the tower was locked shut. On the wall next to it, he noticed a piece of parchment that read:

'Bring all weak or injured captives unable to fight in the arena to the cells in Maktan's tower to rot. - Korus'

Tarim raised an eyebrow. 'Probably just because of my leg' He thought, 'too bad, the arena sounds like fun!' Without wasting another second, he began to slowly make his way around the tower with his back to the wall, not looking down, as the dragon burst into the roof of the tower, enraged at whatever was inside.

"Shoot" he thought, immediatey regretting his decisions as he was knocked off his perch and began to fall...

(alright i'll keep it to a minimum now. sorry if i got anything wrong or whatnot ^^)