Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-29559990-20150217201526

Lab Coat Billy wrote: Morrigan followed the other prisoners from her spot at the figurative rearguard.

(Anything on Valuril?)

(yes, of course.)

By the time Valuril started to stir, she woke up to a very bright light shining down on her face. Moving her arms and legs were futile, as they were chained down to a table of cold steel. She still dawned a ragged pair of pants and shirt.

The room around her was littered with alchemy ingredients, books of all sorts, and tools that looked to be used with medical procedures... or torture. Also along the rooms were vials and bottles filled with odd-looking potions. Each one had a number labeling it. Finally, there were many weapons decorating the wall that glowed with a different enchantment. Some unknown, some known.

In front of her, was a high elf working on hard with a vial filled with a dark green liquid. "There we go... a pinch of this... a dash of that..." he muttered to himself.

"Viola!" He exclaimed, holding it in the air. "Perfect!"

He then noticed the Bosmer woman had awoken. "Oh... Hallo." He said simply before he went back to shuffling around his room.