There is blood in his mouth. A wet cough helps him to spit it out, but does nothing for the pain in his head or the rest of his body. Only a small movement reveals heavy shackles on his hands, keeping them apart. His fingers are broken. When he opens his eyes, he can see the barest light beyond a door. Pulling at the chain--he hears nothing. Magic? He screams and hears nothing; he only knows he must be making the effort because his throat is raw. His head lolls forward; his hair has come loose, hanging limply around his face. He has not had the chance to bathe and clearly has not been subject to it since arriving here. He cannot hear the voice outside of his cell.
"Inform the Watch. It is awake."
How did he get here? He remembers confinement, but what before that? Only blood. What he cannot remember is being found in a city called Bazzoxan after walking out of the black temple, covered in the gore of demons he left in his wake and badly injured in turn. He only barely recalls that he did not attempt to fight his arrest then, save for one or two reactionary spells. Perhaps that is why his hands are kept apart now and he is left in silence, unable to hear himself or anything else. The light outside moves. With pain radiating through him, he manages to get up from where he's been left kneeling. If he's going to face something, he'll do it standing.
He struggles to hold onto thoughts he--needs. His name is Asra. He was imprisoned, then free, and now apparently imprisoned again. The pain is not a faint memory, nor is the rage. But he cannot remember the target anymore. Someone did this to him. He must find his way out. He must remember who.
But first... he needs to deal with whatever will come through that door.
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Rosohna
"Inform the Watch. It is awake."
How did he get here? He remembers confinement, but what before that? Only blood. What he cannot remember is being found in a city called Bazzoxan after walking out of the black temple, covered in the gore of demons he left in his wake and badly injured in turn. He only barely recalls that he did not attempt to fight his arrest then, save for one or two reactionary spells. Perhaps that is why his hands are kept apart now and he is left in silence, unable to hear himself or anything else. The light outside moves. With pain radiating through him, he manages to get up from where he's been left kneeling. If he's going to face something, he'll do it standing.
He struggles to hold onto thoughts he--needs. His name is Asra. He was imprisoned, then free, and now apparently imprisoned again. The pain is not a faint memory, nor is the rage. But he cannot remember the target anymore. Someone did this to him. He must find his way out. He must remember who.
But first... he needs to deal with whatever will come through that door.