Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150918203802/@comment-24141785-20150920205154

It wasn't the cheers of the bloodthirsty bandits that awoke Gabriel, nor was it the snivelling cries of their victims: it was the smell of fire.

The Breton's eyes slowly opened, greeted with an upside down Redguard holding a knife, his eyes flaring up in excitement.

"The others cannot wait to taste a bit off your flesh..." He muttered with a wicked grin, "I, personally, want to see how your throat feels against my teeth."

If he wasn't detained by a chain he would have taunted the man, but he needed to get back to the others.

"Enjoy your last moment of that flesh of yours." He huffed with a smirk, the Redguard exiting out of the tower. As Gabriel was hung upside down he could see how dire the situation was.

Blood ran down his face and body, as if he was beaten brutally. His ankles has been deeply cut, as the chain severed through the flesh. The fire wafted upwards as a miniature campfire lay underneath him.

Roasted alive... How could this possibly get better?

He looked around, desperately trying to find out. The Breton realised how bad of a situation he was in.

"If I don't make it out of here..." He murmured quietly to himself, as if praying to a Divine, "Tell my friends I am sorry... Tell Shakti I'm sorry."

Gabriel tried to relax, waiting for the next chapter of his fate to come by...