Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150216095040/@comment-32420582-20150218090716

Inigo examined the room carefully; his eyes drank in very detail. The stone walls were finely made, they had no chips or bumps in them, and they were a dull grey colour. He soon fixed his eyes on the floor; he frowned when he found it was exactly same as the walls.

He looked up at the table and looked at the items on there; it looked like they had something planned for him, he looked at the torture items and rose an eyebrow at the items, some of them were banned items because they were deemed too cruel. He looked at the torturers and examined their dwemer armour; they were getting ready to do their jobs. They said nothing however, one approached, his armour clanking against the ground as they walked, when they neared they unsheathed their sword then knocked Inigo out with the hilt of the blade.

''30 minutes later... ''

Inigo awoke once more, right away met with a scorching feeling on his chest, he then was hit with a wave of pain which caused him to struggle slightly, but he couldn’t move because of the clamps holding him down, he noticed he was now laying down on a steel table. The metal was cool against his back, he throbbed in pain for reasons he did not know, and he looked down at his chest and saw something branded on there.

Ghost couldn’t make a sound as he tried to scream from the feeling of something squeezing him tightly; he passed out from the pain as the torturers continued working.

''20 minutes later... ''

He awoken, he felt cold metal around his head; he opened his eyes and gazed up at the roof, which brought memories of the time when the Thalmor were still around. “You are finally awake, good.” A deep voice rumbled, Inigo sat up and stared at his hands, he had all fingers, but he had gauntlets on that had claws tied to them.

“What happened?” Inigo asked as he looked up at the man, it was the man in the barbarian armour that beat the shit out of him. Inigo ignored this, he needed answered.

“Ah, you have been dragged into a new life under my service, Ghost.” They replied.

“Why?” Inigo snapped.

“Because you are strong, you managed to survive by yourself without friendly contact for nearly a year; I need that in my army.” They answered.

“What’s your name?” Ghost questioned

“You do not need to know.” Laskar snapped.

“You son of a-“ Inigo replied before he was punched by Laskar who then snarled.

“Do not speak to me like that worm, you are now under my control and always will be until you die!” he snapped.

“What do I need you serve you in!?!” Inigo yelled.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You are to be my personal assassin.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I don’t have any training!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You will learn then!” Laskar barked then left, leaving Inigo to his thoughts.

<p class="MsoNormal">(Inigo's new armor: http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/5/52496/1061244-darthstalker.jpg)