Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141208220620/@comment-29461586-20141218134952

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(A mini-pie for a certain someone.)

In a certain cell...

It was dark and cold. The atmosphere was breathable, but depressing. The sky was always cloudy and night, the air was freezing and the ground was cold to the touch as well...

At a small make-shift bonfire, a man who had shackles attached to his hands was sitting near the fire for warmth...

Ever since he passed, he experienced a vision of a horned Daedra taking him to his realm with a laugh...

As he stared at the fire, he began to wonder how much time has passed. Days? Weeks? Months? Years? Decades? Centuries? It was uncertain.

Because in Oblivion, one tends to lose track of time...

Celia... Sara... Casseth... Floyd thought as he sat near the bonfire. He became hopeless...