Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-3293219-20140218184126

Lott awoke with a gasp as he was snapped back to reality by the cold sting of icy water. The altmer didn't know where he was, all he could deduce that it was inside, probably underground and that the man in front of him wanted him to be conscious.

He reached up and tried to wipe the water off of his face but he was unable to move his hands as something was holding them down, Lott moved his wrists, furiously, as he tried to break free from his bonds.

They aren't going to budge... He thought to himself as he looked up at his captor.

The man's face was obscured by shadow, his mouth and body were visible but only his chest and upper arms. He had quite pale skin with a muscular build, he wore iron armour but didn't appear to be carrying a weapon of any kind, just the bucket, that he had recently emptied in Lott's face.

The altmer looked up at him, hoping that he would have said something by now...

Lott smiled and decided to kickstart the conversation, perhaps the nord was just shy...

"Your mobile hairdressing business is a great but might I suggest that you revise your customer service?"

The nord just looked down on him, unfazed...

"I-"

"Shut up."

Lott looked away and did as he was told, he was only trying to brighten the mood.

"Would you be so kind as to tell me where I am?"

The nord stopped, folding his arms as he thought about it...

"Th-the last thing I remember, I was in the Cheydinhal Bridge Inn...

I took a sip from my drink and..."

Everything went dark...

The Nord nodded, confirming his suspicions of being drugged and kidnapped.

"We've been looking for you, for a long a time."

The altmer looked up, confusion in his eyes.

"We?"

"Oh... Silly me, I mean, Elsinian has been looking for you, for a long time." The nord rolled his eyes and laughed as he informed him.

Lott gasped and his eyes widened, he trembled in his seat...

N-no...

''G-Gods... have mercy!''