Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-24449631-20140209005017

Rowan looked at Herius. The wood elf hunter of The great forest. Herius used to sell his hunting game in Chorrol. Business was of course not good. Chorrol was heavily industrialised, thanks to it's moonstone mines. It had become a valuable asset to the empire. And one of the biggest cities in Cyrodiil.

Herius woke up when a drop fell in his nose. His view was blurry and his head hurt. His entire body also began to hurt. Even more so. As he woke up he realised everything feeling and looking strange. he was quick enough to realise he was hanging upside down. Another drop fell in his nose. he snorted as the sudden drop made him cough and breath for air.

"Oh good you're awake." Rowan said while he was peeling an able with Herius' hunterknife.

"Whe.. Wha.. Where Am I?" Herius asked softly and with a hoarse voice.

Rowan grinned at the almost cliché question.

he jumped from the tree branch he was sitting on. And landed on the ground with a loud noise. The wood elf now saw too boots coming his way. His head was not much removed from the ground.

"Why am I upside down?"

"because you tried to Rob me" Rowan said to the bandit.

"What? I... I..." another drop of blood fell into his nose.

"Ah gods cut me lose!" Herius seemingly commanded Rowan.

"I already have..." Rowan said with a grin

"Wha?"

The wood elf hadn't looked up yet before it downed to him... His feet; He couldn't feel his feet.

he then slowly looked up as he saw his entire anterior covered in blood. from his leaking lumps where once his feet were.

on this horrying realisation he started to panick and call for aid.

"Help someone! Anybody!"

Rowan showed a bored frown.

"No one can hear you..." he said without looking at Heriusn while he sunk his teeth into the juicy red apple. So juicy infact, that some of it escaped his mouth corners and tickled down on his chin.

"hmmm lowly awples buwt wewy messy" he said  with a mouth full.

The wood elf started to cry.

"I'm sorry I tried to rob you... Honest. It's just... hunting doesn't bring up as much as it used to you know" he tried to win Rowan's mercy. which was a mistake.

Rowan crouched. So his face was close to the wood elf's "I know you're sorry"

"He snappeed his fingers and the rope disappeard. Herius fell to the ground with a loud crunch.

"Aaaaah!"

"wow... seems you've also dislocated..." He picked herius' left arm up

"Ahhh" he yelled while crying

"... or broken your left arm there" Rowan conluded.

"we.. wait..." Herius begged him as he now rapidly lost blood. The Rope was holding his blood inside his body, now it just gutted out.

"You got to help me..." was his last beg

Rowan looked a him. again biting from his apple.

"...nah"

Rowan said. and left the Wood elf to die.

no one steals from me