Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-5543592-20150215235604

DaedraBorn101 wrote:

The boat was getting closer and closer to the docks of the island, but no one down below knew that. These men and women were stuck in a windowless room, with the only light coming from a few dim candles. The boat was constantly swaying back and forth, and gave some individuals sea-sickness. Some did not mind the swaying. All were had their hands and feet heavily locked up in the toughest and coldest steel they had ever felt.

There was simply nothing to do besides make idle chit chat, sit, and wait. Farwan's eyes slowly crepted open. His head ached. When his eyes were open wide, he surveyed the room. Prisoners in chains. The interior of a ship. How the hell did he get here? The Nord thought back. Ah, there it was. Thalmor agents had broken into his home. How long ago, he did not know, but he remembered heavily drugged hazes, short moments of clarity, and an overall feeling of nausea. All he know is that when someone had broke into his house, waking him up. In moment several Thalmor agents, fully armed and armored, were all over him. He had been weaponless and in long-clothes. He fought, but didn't stand a chance. They just whacked him in the head and he was done. That's probably why there was a killer lump on his noggin'.

Farwan look down at his own cuffed hands and feet, and then back up for a moment, before shutting his eyes and tilting his head back. He needed to rest for the moment. Never knew when he'd get another chance.