Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-5543592-20140504214436

(Alright, time for a narrative.)

Somewhere in an undisclosed location...

Emrey came to in a pen of sorts, and he was hit with a wave of nausea from the smell of human blood and feces. Emrey felt the need to vomit, and probably would, if he had any food in his stomach. There were people piled on top of one another crammed into dozens of pens, which were lined in a neat row. ''Where did they all come from? ''He was wondering. There was groaning, and whining, and somewhere a child was sobbing. Emrey looked down at himself. He was only half-clothed from the waist down, revealing his scarred torso. And the clothes he was wearing were bloody and stained by mystery liquids. They also smelled terrible. He started to get up but as he did so pain shot up his back and he sat down immediately. He couldn't even remember how he had hurt himself.

"Is that him?" Emrey looked to his right as two men entered his pen. They both had clubs at their sides and wore ragged clothes, although these rags were much cleaner than Emrey's.

"Yes." The second murmured back. They moved toward Emrey. He brought his hands up to defend himself but they were bound tight to the point that they were useless. As the men neared him, stepping over other disgusting half-alive bodies, Emrey feigned sleep. Right when a hand reached his shoulder he jerked away as he brought his feet around, kicking the man hard in the side. Pain racked his body from the movement and he made an injured gurgling noise. A club slammed into his upper back, just below the neck. Emrey gasped, trying to breath in the reeking air.

A pair of rough hands grabbed his shoulders, jerking him to his knees. He then recieved a swift boot to the face, sending him sleep.