Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140102212910

Nish awoke, feeling numb in his arms and legs but he no longer felt any real pain in his torso, though he still felt the wound...

The breton glanced around and noticed that he had been surrounded by a bunch of iron bars, like he was in a prison cell. He rubbed his forehead and his eyes and tried to sit up, pain shot through his body, causing him to groan and fall on his back grimacing and gritting his teeth.

"You're lucky to be alive." A female, nord voice informed him, coming from across the room.

Funny... I don't feel all that lucky... Nish thought as he rubbed his head and grit his teeth again.

"Two broken legs and you were impaled." The woman informed him, walking around to his bedside, "a lesser healer would have only been able to sing you a song as you bled to death."

Nish began to notice his surroundings, a rock ceiling... possibly a cave.

"You got a name?"

Healers... possibly illegal mages, conjurers, witches, necroma-

"Hey! I asked you a question!" She reminded him, shaking his shoulder.

"My name..."

Don't trust them... his mind told him, he couldn't help but agree.

"Daniel..." He murmered, "Daniel Howe."

"Well, 'Daniel Howe,' were you alone when you fell down that pitt?"

"N-no..." He lied, hoping that would stop them from killing him.

"Are you married?"

What is this, a date?

"N-no... engaged..." He lied.

"Alright..." She replied, almost sympathetically as she turned away.

"Take him to his cell!" She ordered, as two nord men appeared from behind her.

"Cell!?" Nish panicked as he was lifted, they had the sense to lift his bed and not him.

Nobody answered him, he was carried onto the other side of the cell and placed on the floor, surrounded by three or four equally scared prisoners.

Nish tried to sit up but he failed and cried out in pain, rolling over as they shut his cell door.