Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140407143747/@comment-3293219-20140409101136

Larius burst into the main hall, his sword and shield at the ready as saw a familiar serf girl, waving her sword about and keeping the others at bay.

"Just put the sword down..." Lucian whispered, stepping closer, hoping to disarm her gently. "I don't know what they did to you before but I'm not going to let them do anything now. These people can help us Nepht..."

The Dunmer lowered her weapon, glancing down to the floor as she tried to think, with an empty head. Her breaths were just gasps at this point and her vision was a blur with tears, her hands were trembling and her lips, mouth and tongue were as dry as the deserts of Elsweyr.

She had almost fell for it, until she looked up to see Larius and the memories came flooding back. The beating and waking up in  She raised her sword at Lucian again, causing him to stand back as she backed herself against the wall. What should she do? She couldn't kill them, she was too weak from the hunger and the bloodlust...

"P-Please... Just let me go!" She stammered, finding herself overcome by fear.