Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150518062512/@comment-5583506-20150521141340

HumbleDaedricServant wrote:

"Well, I highly suggest you start over." Rielle said. She pulled out a bag of coin (250 gold).

"This is all I can spare. Use it to buy new stuff. Preferably food and clothing. After that, speak to the innkeep at the tavern for rumors. They usually lead you to the right path. Welcome to Daggerfall." She told the Khajiit. She had no idea what had just occurred to her as she stepped out into the city. For one moment she was a soiled stowaway with no memory, ready to be thrown off into a dungeon; next moment she was a free Khajiit with money in her pocket. It was so unrealistic she expected to wake up and find herself back in the crate any moment now.

''This one still can't remember what she was doing in there... and with weapons? Was this one... some criminal perhaps? A warrior? A mercenary? Or just some lowly thief who had stolen those daggers?''

She felt odd, walking into a clothier's shop wearing nothing but prison rags. "Uhm, excuse me?" she asked the salesman.

He gave her a suspicious glare as she saw the Khajiit in the garb of someone who had served her time. "Keep your hands where I can see them", he muttered as he rearranged some of his goods on the shelves. "You on parole, Khajiit? Or on the run? Or just recently set loose?"

"Uhm... neither? This was one was given these clothes by the guard since her old was... dirty..."

"Sure you were", mocked the clothier sarcastically. "And I am a salesman of Daedric artifacts."

Najiima sharpened her ears. She had heard of the rarity of Daedric artifacts. "R-really?"

"Pfft. No. By the Gods, maybe you are speaking the truth after all? No criminal would be so stupid to fall for that."

Najiima gave him an insulted glare.

"Alright, I will stop", said the clothier and leaned over the counter. "Now, what do you want? Hurry up and buy something and get dressed in our changing rooms quickly before other customers shows up and believes that I am helping criminals."

"But I am not a..."

He dismissed her claim with a wave of his hand. "None of my business either way", he interrupted. "Just buy something."

As Najiima took off her clothes in the changing rooms, she suddenly squealed slightly at the sight of her own body. Over her hips, her thighs, her back, her shoulders, her breasts - almost everywhere, there were physical signs of violence. Scars in the shape of cut marks donned her chest. On her back there was marks after what looked to be like whip lashes. And around her wrists and ankles there were as visual signs that she had been wearing cuffs and chains. Around her neck there was a bright red mark as if someone had tried to hang her.

She clutched her hand tightly to her heart and shuddered as she looked at her abused self in the mirror. ''Who... who could ever have done this to Najiima? And why? What has Khajiit ever done to deserve this?''

She quickly dressed herself in the new clothing she had bought. It was nothing too expensive, just something ordinary enough so that she at least wouldn't be mistaken for a criminal again. It was a common dress, padded and trimmed with light brown fur. She looked just like a simple commoner, and perhaps that would be for the best? Judging by her scars, some clearly didn't like her in this world.

She left the shop and entered the nearest inn. The Choked Cat was the name of it. If fate intended to pull a joke, she did not find it amusing...