Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20160630223627/@comment-5583506-20160712225334

Hildi could feel her headache getting ready to burst inside her head. It itched underneath her clothes and felt it as if it would be impossible for her to keep herself contained any longer. It wouldn't be long now until everyone in her group knew about her condition.

Four men entered the cell in which Raini, Swift and Corgnac had been placed. While two of them held the Orc under surveillance and the third one kept Raini in check, the fourth one approached the Argonian with a wooden club. It was Callius, the bearded Imperial

"Yeah, and what the fuck do you want?" growled Swift and approached the man threatingly.

Callius smirked as he greeted the Argonian with a bash against his head with the wooden club, sending swift crash towards the iron bars with a grunt.

He coughed and spat some blood out on the stone. "You... bastard... couldn't even face me hand-to-hand... Eh?"

While Swift was in a daze Callius had him dragged over to a wooden post with iron chains were he locked the Argonian's wrists together over his head.

"Fuck are you... are you doing now?" mumbled Swift, still somewhat confused after the blow to his head.

The man smirked cruelly at the Argonian. "A real talker, isn't he?" He looked at his men, signaling for them to keep Corgnac and Raini under control while he had his fun with Swift.

Unable to resist or fight back, Callius released his full arsenal of kicks and punches against the chained up Argonian. Myrdana screamed and pleaded from within her cell, refusing to watch yet another one of her core members die. But there was nothing she could do, but to watch as Swift was beaten and bloodied mere inches from death.

Once Callius had had his fun he adjusted his tunic and looked around at the people in their cells. "You see. The Emperor's People are not unreasonable. Be obedient and loyal and you will find yourselves treated as kings and queens among men. Resist and..." He glanced down at Swift with a smirk. "Well, you don't want to do that really, do you?"

Callius chuckled and then signaled for his men to follow. And they did. Leaving Swift wheezing and bleeding at the wooden post. It was impossible to tell whether the wetness on the Argonian's scales was moist secreted from his own body, or whether it was blood. It was dark after all...

"Swift!" sobbed Myrdana and clinged herself to the iron bars. "Please, are you alive?! Please tell me he is alive!"

Evelyne felt a darkness sweep over her head. Elinnel had been stabbed. Havel was dead. Ran'Jinro was probably dead as well. Swift was beaten, and none had been capable of doing anything for him. Myrdana was on the brink of a mental breakdown, and she herself wasn't all too sure about the stability of her own. Was this how her story would end? Locked up in a cell. Doomed to be the toy of some sick-twisted human beings? To be used as a slave, killed off for sports, or stripped naked and... She didn't even want to think of the other possibilities these people had to offer.

She missed Ja'Keil. She had to tell herself over and over that he was alive somewhere. Maybe he had managed to round up the others? Maybe he would come for her? He had to. He just had to...

"Aye", said Falana and reluctantly removed herself from Nyx's embrace.

Their journey continued on for quite some time in the tunnels until they finally arrived at a rusty old ladder of metal, pinned to the wall in front of them and leading up to a sewer lid.