Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140106213943

"What in Oblivio-" Tabith mumbled as she pulled herself up.

Laliah stood up, rubbing her head. "It's okay, just... the inconsiderate, asshole guard."

Nish noticed some heavy breathing coming from Helseth's section of the cage, he noticed that the old man was clutching his chest. His daughters noticed this and immediately ran over to him, Laliah grabbed his arm, whilst Tabith looked around for anything that could help them.

Nish felt rotten just lying there as everyone else panicked, so he dragged himself out of his sleeping bag and sat up, hoping to build up the strength to get up and go over to them.

"Dammit, why did they take it?" Laliah snapped, making Nepht jump and start to panick.

Nish slowly stood to his feet, his legs were incredibly shaky and his whole body felt like it was going to fall apart. "Take what?"

"His medicine... it helps him when he gets bad, like this..." Tabith explained, she had little patience for Nish's questions, even though he was trying to be helpful here.

"Where did they take it?"

"Outside the cell..." Tabith replied, in a mocking tone.

Nish rolled his eyes and tutted, "Yeah, I guessed that but where?"

"Over there, with the rest of the stuff!" Laliah snapped, pointing over to the corner, outside their cell, where Nish was patched up. She immediately went back to her father, who's breathing had grown more rappid by the minute.

Shit! Nish looked around, trying to find something to reach it with. Obviously, he found nothing.

''Think... think!''

He then remembered, he always kept a lockpick in his boot, for emergencies. Though... he broke it last time, when he went to prison...

Nish knelt down, groaning as he reached down for his boot and began to undo it, Nepht immediately noticed and ran over to him, expressing her curiosity.

"Daniel, what are yo-"

"Something stupid..." He muttered, forcing a smiled at the end.

The breton went over to the cell door and began to fiddle with the lock, constantly checking to see if the guards had returned to check up on the fuss. ''C'mon... c'mon...''

Nish's face lit up as he heard a click, he was sure that any more preasure on the pick would likely break it and render him screwed... The breton stood up and began to sneak over to the confiscated goods area. He began to fumble through his things, his crossbow and jewelry seemed to be abscent...

Bastards...

Nish looked up and saw several potions, one of them was his, he didn't recognise the other two but one of them was clearly a potoin of magicka.

The yellow bottle must be the medicine...

Nish quickly grabbed it and ran over to the dunmer family, passing it to Nepht through the bars, who quickly ran over and offered it to her grandfather.

Just as the old man took it, the door was kicked open, causing them all to jump and look in it's direction as the nord had come back. He instinctively marched over to Nish and punched him, directly in his stomach wound. This sent shooting pains right through the wounds and had them shoot upwards in every direction, echoing throughout his torso and causing him to collapse.

"Get up!"

Nish attempted to get up but it wasn't fast enough for the nord and thus he 'encouraged' Nish by booting him in the wound and sending him back to the floor, his teeth chattered as the shock flowed through his body and he began to shake...

"Guess you were too busy 'recovering,' when I told you that we don't accept insubordination here!" He balled, grabbing nish by his shirt collar and dragging him out of the room. Two more guards went into the room to keep the other prisoners contained, though he didn't see much before he passed out from the pain...