Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170922212658/@comment-10197675-20171004222805

Gorgojon opened his eyes to an unwelcoming darkness, he could feel heavy objects upon him, they felt like sacks of rubble and broken bits of wood, whatever they were the Orc could not budge them in this state for his left leg seemed to be badly damaged as pain soared out from it, but he simply let the pain pass him bending to it and that was enough to ignore it for the meantime.

As well as the irritating weights upon him he could also feel tight shackles around his thick wrists where his bracers had been wrapped, restricting his movement. He also figured there were more shackles and chains on him as his actions increased.

Whilst Gorgojon started to come to terms with his situation, his senses also began to sharpen as he picked up slight murmurs of voices. Were they his captors? The fools who had put him in this state, Gorgojon let out a loud cry as he forced rapid and jarred movements, his rage burst from his face as the weights upon him moved and fell revealing his state to the other figures in the chamber Gorgojon now noticed he was in.