Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125115222/@comment-25418438-20150216033128

Damo sat alone resting against a silver ore vein in Cidhna Mine, the young breton wore nothing but a set of old ragged trousers and a roughspun tunic. His crimes that led him to wind up in the worst prison in all of Tamriel were two of the oldest in the book of soldiers, murder and desertion. Damo had not bothered to refute the charges when the guards of Markarth had taken him into custody whilst on one of their patrols. He was to be handed back to the Dragonguard to face justice for his crimes, something which Damo dreaded as he knew it would not be a painless death. Tracing his finger over a scar on his neck from his days as a knight brother, Damo resigned himself to his fate. However fate's desire seemed to change as the former Dragonguard member suddenly heared voices that didn't belong to his jailors. "HELP THE TRUE SONS OF THE REACH ARE IN HERE... LET US OUT" Damo yelled.