Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-12599067-20140630025756

After some time, the carriage rolled up to the very front of the Black Rose Prison, a towering monument of stone that loomed over them like a mountain in the night. The cart jerked to a sudden halt in front of the three portculli (?) that made up the gate of the prison, and a pair of prison guards came over to investigate the carriage. They looked over the group for a minute as a light drizzle began to fall over the swamp, then decided they were satisfied with their inspection and called up to the guards up on the wall above, which was dotted here and there with watchtowers. The first portculli slowly raised up, followed by the second, and then the third before the carriage proceeded onwards, just in time for the skies to open up and let rain pour down.

The cart brought them to a rather large, grassy courtyard that surrounded a large stone stronghold and stopped, allowing the guards on the cart to cut their leg bindings before herding the prisoners off the cart, either on their own or by force. The vanguard who had followed the prisoners remained on their steeds, ready to run down anyone who dared escape. Before them sat another huge portcullis that stood before a massive set of doors that led into the prison itself. Before that stood four figures, dressed in similar armor but without the helms. The guards promptly herded the group towards said figures, prodding those who refused with their spears to get them to move along.

"More prisoners, huh?" questioned the first fellow, a grizzled Imperial who looked to be somewhere in his late thirties or early fourties. "Come, come. Step forward and introduce yourselves. I won't bite," the Imperial smiled, waving them forwards. The guards once again herded them forwards, then stood silent as they waited for the convicts to speak.