Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140604150022/@comment-3293219-20140605121638

"He will be, he might have just gotten lost or something, don't assume the worst just yet." Xervish advised, looking around before hitting another mist creature with a lightning bolt.

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Set awoke in a dark, dank, almost dungeon like room. He was lay on a slab, which had been propped up against the wall, his wrists and shins were strapped to it with leather straps and a small light hovered above his head.

The Bosmer groaned as he awoke, wincing as the little cut on his neck stung from where someone had cut it. He immediately began to look around, growing panicked by his lack of knowledge as far as his surroundings were concerned.

"J-Julie!?"

As if they were responding to his cries, footsteps approached him and someone in green robes emerged from the darkness. Their clunky boots stepped on after the other as their pale hands, with long, slender fingers came into view before her face was revealed to him, chapped and scarred.

"S-Set..." Marcia choked, tears building up in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry..."

