Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191223012920/@comment-25828117-20191225220041

Kashya might not have much agency at the moment but she could see they were in a city. Or what used to be a city anyways.

Skingrad was well known for its jettying buildings that made every street and alley block out the sun. But as things were right now there was little sun to block out. A dark red sky painted the heavens with ominous clouds that seemed to thunder always. Buildings were violated with evil machinery sticking out of the brickwork. Showcasing that the mortal structures of man were nothing to Mehrunes Dagon and his followers. The air of death hung over the city like an omen. Lines upon lines of people were being herded around, chained to one another. Led by those knights or mages in crimson robes.

With them were the most heinous of creatues. Reptile or something else. They seemed to hunger for human flesh.

Pip thought this was all rather grim when he regarded Kashya, seeming to hope she had some sort of daring plan to get them out of here.

Before Kashya could do much more but to acknowledge her bosmer companion, she felt steel clamp around her neck and feet as she was unceremoniously tied to the chain gang. She could feel her faculties return, slowly but surely. Sadly she would discover her arms and potions had been taken from her.

"Move forwards, cat! Towards the square." A whip lashed at her and struck the small of her back.

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Later that day.

Everyone sleeping on the first floor, in their rooms. So those who hadn't decided that the tavern would be their resting place was woken up by a shrill scream.