Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-5735114-20140904232959

Tivyl slowly awoke with a groan. He'd be seeing a good deal of fuzzy shapes if it weren't pitch-black around. Frantically, he tried opening his eyes, to find that they were indeed already open, then rapidly tried blinking out the darkness.

"He's up," came a voice, though it seemed distant and carried an echo.

Must've landed hard...

Just then, Tivyl became aware of a sharp pain in his leg, and he groaned loudly, trying to bend over, but finding that he was bound in a kneeling position.

The hell?

The Dark Elf struggled against the binding, but he had very little leeway room. He soon found that there was no point in trying; the bondage was too expertly done. He was an escape artist with words, but not with his body. Just then, two bright red figures came into view in front of him.

"Hey, let's talk about this," said Tivyl as sweetly as possible, bracing himself.

He was promptly hit about the face, harder than he had expected. Judging from the pain in his left cheek, his assailant clearly didn't use just his hand.

"Anything else, tough guy?"

The voice was that of the Briarheart.

"Yeah, and this is a serious question. Did you cut a hole in your chest 'cause you wanted to see if you had a brain, and missed?"

Tivyl was again hit for that. Probably by some long, blunt weapon; Tivyl was watching carefully and the Forsworn swung something, though not very hard. It still hurt.

"Alright, will you at lest tell me why I'm here?"

Another Forsworn chuckled and tossed a fat gold pouch into the air, though it was quickly caught by the bigger one.

"Not for that, you idiot."

The greedy Forsworn began looking down. "Of course not..."

Just then, a horrible sound could be heard, like the scraping of a jagged claw on steel. The two Forsworn in front of Tivyl bowed low, and soon a third life signature appeared before him.

This one was very different from the others; the red was pale and dull, and the figure itself was ghastly and unnatural looking. A Hagraven.

"Good work..." she croaked, "You have brought... another."

The two Forsworn stood upright. "Of course, Mistress," they said in unison, "Anything for you."

The beast woman chuckled harshly. "And who might you be?" she asked, turning to Tivyl.

There was a delay.

"I'm your mother, and I must say you've aged rather poorly."

This earned the Dark Elf yet another blow to the cheek, and this time he could taste blood in his mouth.

"Prepare him," commanded the Hagraven. The two Forsworn nodded in unison, and Tivyl recieved an exceptionally hard whack to the top of the head, and he was soon unconscious.