Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-12599067-20150216002821

When Morrigan woke, the world was dark and blurry. Her head was spinning and her vision slowly rocked from side to side of some accord other than her own. It took her a moment before she finally gathered her bearings, but eventually her vision cleared and regained focus, enough so that she could tell where she was and what was happening. She was lying on her side in one corner, with surprisingly strong steel binds over her wrists and ankles. The room was dark, lit sparsely with a small number of candles, but she could see well-enough to tell that she wasn't the only one in the room. A number of other people-- a Bosmer woman lying unconscious in one corner, a powerful looking Nord man, and a remarkably pale man among them-- were in the room with her, all of them also bound. From there, it didn't take long to piece two and two together and find out where she was.

She took a moment to take this all in, her eyes softly glittering red in the darkness. She dared not move or speak, for she didn't know exactly where she was (other than on a prison ship), but knew that it would be best to keep quiet and not draw attention to herself until she found out what had happened. So that's exactly what she did.