OOC: Your hands and feet are shackled tight, restricting most movement, but you aren't chained down.

IC: Suddenly the prisoner's hear a Mans voice. "By the Nine, the prisoners are already waking up!"
It is countered by another Mans voice. "So? They ain't going nowhere stupid!"
"What does the Boss want these prisoner's for anyhow?"
"Stop calling 'em prisoners, the Boss said they weren't!"
"Yeah, well your wife says she ain't fooling around with me but that doesn't mean she ain't!"
The prisoners hear the sound of a punch to the face and the caravan rocks with the motion.
"I'm going to have to kill you later!" The second voice says.
"And I'm going to have to see your wife later." SMACK! After that the feuding stops.

Lestat could not see well but somehtingi n the woman's voice betrayed her words. "We will see to those wounds soon enough" Lestat flexed as hard as he could, his muscles seething like corded steel as he tested the chains. They creaked loudly but would not budge. The woman asked him who he was and how he got here. "I am a knight ma'am, and the last thing i remember was eating spiced quail at my favorite tavern. He frowned as he pulled again, but as he pulled was interupted by two men arguing... "Slavery? No we will NOT be slaves, miss i will get us out of this." He looked to her to make sure she was ok,trying to avoid the womanly contoures of her body. He decided to look into her eyes as best as he could while waiting for a reply.

Capricus awoke in a dark room. Almost immediately he felt a searing pain in right shoulder. He looked at it to find a large gash from his shoulder extending down his upper arm. Capricus couldn't see much. Muttering an incantation for a light spell, he watched as a bit of light flickered in his hand, but was immediately extinguished. Upon moving, he found that his hands and feet were shackeled.

I shouldn't have put up a fight, thought Capricus, examining his deep wound. It would've been easier to have just let them take me.

Capricus heard voices. After figuring that they wouldn't have guards staying in this dark room, he decided to follow the sound. Ignoring the excrutiating pain in his right shoulder, Capricus crawled toward the voices.

OOC: I'm going to wait until every posted atleast once until I move the story along

OOC: Sorry. I didn't really realize it had started.

IC: Dro'Raska eyes opened to see only darkness. Within seconds his eyes adjusted and it was as if he was in a dimly lit room. He peered around at the rumbling chamber and concluded it was a caravan of some kind. He looked around and saw that another Khajiit was with him, a female though. Also he saw that three others, an Imperial, Dunmer, and a Breton, were accompanying him. Everyone looked rather uncomfortable, hands and feet bound in old rusty shackles, getting jostled around by the movement of the wagon, and stripped down to the fur or skin in some cases. Dro'Raska suddenly looked at his hands and realized he was cuffed and naked aswell. Groaning he crawled, as gracefully as a chained Khajiit could, into the wooden corner. He shifted into a more comfortable position and thought, What did I do this time?

Images of the slaver flashed in Dro'Raska's head. Then a wave of fury rushed through him. His eye's narrowed to slits and he eyed the other prisoners suspiciously. I've never seen an Imperial slave before. Dro'Raska thought. Suddenly two voices shot out from the front, or was it the back?, and made his ears stand up straight. He heard something about prisoners and fooling with a wife. Dro'Raska threw the trivial conversation out of his mind and swished his tail back and forth through the air.

After the few moments that he was transfixed by the pendulum like motion of his tail, he began to focus on the shackles. He twisted his arms, bit the chain, and pulled the metal but nothing seemed to do anything. All he had done was make his wrists raw. A conversation had been taking place between the Breton and the Khajiit, but Dro'Raska had been far too occupied with the shackles to listen. He did catch the last words though; I will get you out of this. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

Lestat looked suddenly to the other prisoner, a male kahjiit. He grinned in the dim light. "through combat of course." Lestat once again strained against the chains,his large muscles bulging.

IC: 16 hours ago:

Saan-Jay stood, shackled in his prison cell. He had no clothes beside a pair of pants, the guards had given him next to no food, but gave him plenty of beatings. Saan-Jay sluggishly walked over and sat down against the wall. He had tried to pick the cell lock and escape, but they enchanted it when they moved him into this cell. He was no longer in the Imperial Prison, but in some sort of warehouse. Where? He either didn't know or didn't care.

Loud footsteps down the hallway caught his attention. Two men, 1 dressed fully in Orcish Armor, and the other wearing Leather Armor approached Saan's cell. The Leather suited one withdrew a key and unlocked the cell. The Orcish dressed one then walked inside and grabbed Saan-Jay by his arms. ''Time to go, Scum!'' He snapped harshly. The Leather suited guard then unlocked Saan-Jay's shackles, and replaced then with a different pair.

They lead him outside, wear a large wagon hooked up to two horses sat. This sent a chill down Saan-Jay's spine. ''Whats that?'' He asked. The guards said nothing and continued walking and then stopped in front of the wagon. The Leather Guard then gestured at Saan-Jay's lower section, ''Off with the pants'' He said gruffly. Saan-Jay raised an eyebrow, ''Excuse me?'' The guard withdrew a dagger, ''Take off the pants, or we'll do it for you'' he said this time, more angrily. Saan-Jay, slowly obeyed, sacrificing his last bit of clothing. ''If you going to do what I think your going to do'' Saan-Jay started, ''Please....be gentle'' The Leather guard growled angrily, and lashed out his fist into Saan-Jays stomach.

He collapsed to the ground, grasping his stomach, and began coughing loudly. ''Better start begging for mercy scum, 'cause after the ride, you'd wish you never been born'' The Guard spat at Saan-Jay. Saan-Jay felt bile rising in his throat, ''Beg for mercy'' he said. The Leather Guard was about to pick him back up. Thats when Saan-Jay released a river of vomit onto the Guards boots. He had barely eaten anything, mostly stomach acid and blood came out, ''Will that suffice?'' He managed to spit out. The Guard swore fiercely and kicked Saan-Jay square in the chest. The kick felt like a warhammer, and knocked Saan-Jay out cold. The last thing he heard was the Leather Guard yelling, ''get this scum into the wagon!''

Now:

The wagon went over a small bump, which caused Saan-Jay's head to lean forward and slam back into the wooden wagon's interior. The sudden pain caused him to wake up, immediately his stomach, chest and head began screaming in pain. He tried to open his eyes but saw nothing but darkness, for a split second, he thought he had gone blind. Then he spotted a small stream of light penetrating through a small hole in the ceiling. The wagon went over another small bump, and Saan-Jay's head smacked once more into the Interior, He growled loudly at the pain.

He felt an awkward feeling as he leaning up against the inside of the wagon. Then he remembered: Those two men took his clothing, so he was naked. He then saw a flicker of movement, he quickly looked around the inside of the wagon.
He could make out several outlines in the darkness, he was not alone! His hearing began to return, and he heard several voices talking at once. They sounded like they were Imperials, but was not sure. ''H-Hello?'' He whispered.

OOC: I'm giving Mr. Boom today and tomorrow or we'l move on with out him
IC: The caravan stopped two more times that night, once to pick up a Nord man, and again to pick up a Redguard man. After the unconsious Redguard was thrown in the back of the caravan with the rest of the group, the guards smiled wickedly at the prisoners and said. "Next stop, Black Castle."

Lestat pulled on the chains with all his might ignoring the slavers snide remarks as he tugged on the chains. "Can anyone get free?" Lestat asked with minor annoyance.

ooc: Sorry for my absence..

ic: Karst slid down into a sitting position with the knees up, all attempts at covering herself or being modest given up on. After all she'd been through, what was a handful more strange men seeing between her legs, anyway? Did it really matter? The Khajiit shook her head and reclined a little more, her shoulders against the wall, feet out in front of her and elbows in the crook where floor met wall. If she was being taken somewhere to die, she wanted to be comfortable on the ride there.

The pair of slitted emeralds in her skull flicked back and forth, her feline eyes cutting through the darkness and letting her see. Figures, I'm the only woman. Twenty septims says this set of captors raqes me, too. She thought bitterly. Suddenly, for a moment, her eyes widened and she had an idea. Closing her eyes, Karst focused the strongest form of Unlock spell she knew into her hands while holding the chain that her shackles were attached to. There was a flash of yellow light as the spell went off, but to no avail. The shackles rewarded her attempt with a sharp, burning lance of pain through her body. Her back arced a moment in pain, a small gasp escaping her lips, and when it faded, her chest rose and fell in a dejected sigh.

"Magicka is useless. These things hurt you if you try to unlock them.." She muttered just loud enough for her fellow prisoners to hear her. Her claws rapped on the wood and she pulled one of her legs all the way up so her heel touched her rear. "I guess we just make ourselves comfortable for the time being, eh?"

Lestat frowned. "As relaxed as we can be, I cant wait to get out of here." Lestat realized that the women was a kahjiit and could see in the dark. He blushed slighlty and covered himself as best he could.

Dro'Raska slumped in the corner and let his head hang loose and bob with the caravan's movement. The Khajiit woman loosened her muscles and relaxed openly letting them see her entirely. Probably doesn't matter to her anymore, seeing as how it seems that we are just going to die the moment we leave this wagon. Dro'Raska thought. A bright yellow light glowed for a moment near the Khajiiti (OOC: sp?), and Dro'Raska shook it off as a spell being cast. Seconds later he heard her let loose a hollow gasp and saw her back arched in pain. Dro'Raska said nothing, but then listened to hear her say about how magicka is useless against the lock, and his hunch of the light being a spell was confirmed. She continued on about relaxing for the ride. Dro'Raska replied, "That's what I have been doing," while dropping his one leg to the floor and resting it there. Dro'Raska shifted once more and nestled himself as deep into the dark corner as he could.

Saan-Jay had been busy, trying to pick the lock on the shackles with his long thin tail. The lock was incredibly complex, but he thought he would be able to get it.

"Magicka is useless. These things hurt you if you try to unlock them.." Someone announced, the voice sounded female. Elf, Imperial? Saan-Jay couldn't make it out. Luckily, I ain't usin' magicka. "I guess we just make ourselves comfortable for the time being, eh?" The female said, in what seemed to be a defeated tone.

He progressed further, slowly guiding his tail through the lock. His lock-fondling was rewarded with a loud click. He grinned widely and withdrew his tail, and tried to pry the shackles off.

But, instead of them falling to the ground, they remained tight on his wrists, then a Small bolt of lighting shot out of the shackles, and into Saan-Jay's chest. The pain hit him like a heated blade. He reared his head up towards the ceiling. Eyes wide, and mouth opened in a silenced scream. The pain seemed to go on for an eternity. When it finally stopped, Saan-Jay slumped back into his corner, breathing heavily.

Seconds after, he began to recover, and leaned forward. ''Picking them.....d-doesn't seem to work either'' he announced, wincing at the pain. ''They got them pretty well enchanted, damn things zap the hell out of ya''

He too, felt the need to rest. That shock had sapped out most of his strength, he leaned back and stretched his legs. But stayed awake, he feared trying to sleep, he knew none of the other captives, and did not trust them.

Then again, they were in the same situation as him, and were probably thinking the same thing.

Karst itched her back with her right hand before resting it on the knee on that side. Her other leg slid to the ground. She heard the Argonian's chains reply with lightning to his attempts at freedom and smiled. It was good to see others trying what they could. Looking over, she saw one man try to cover himself and couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

"I don't care if you cover yourself. I don't care if you stare, either, for that matter." She told him simply. "If it's any comfort to any of you, if they wanted us dead we'd be dead already. They caught all of us and stripped us, well save for me, naked." Karst laughed darkly and wondered if anyone would get the implication about herself, "They could have killed us if that was their intent. They want us alive. The question is why."

OC im recalling this char and putting in a beast-folk kk? probably mr.Xerxes seeing as he fits the bill more faldom i hope you dont mind :D :D :D >.> so convert Lestat to a NPC or sumthin


Name:Xerxes Goldmane
Gender:Male
Race:kahjiit
Age:34

Height:6'6
Eye Color:slate gray
Hair Style:long blond mane with braids
Skin Color:light tan fur covers his body


Class:Leonide
Class Focus:combat
Major Skills:blade,blunt,heavy armor,athletics,hand-to-hand,marksman



General Appearance: http://www.mtgstaples.com/mediac/450_0/med...IR_11601/b7.jpg

Tattoos/Scars:the fur would cover them
Armor:
clothing:nvde
Weapons:

misc gear:

Spells:none

Mental Description:smart,but quiet,charming,he talks walks and acts with a certain lionistic calm and suavness

Brief History:Xerxes was once a proud champion,but when he challenged the previous Pride-leader to single combat and lost he was exiled,stripped of everything but his weapon he stumbled upon a group of dunmer slavers, he slayed a score of them but was fin aly subdued.


notice anything Alukauss?


IC:Xerxes awoke groggily he had been out for some time. He looked about the room growling deeply. His large fram took up alot of the carrage he was in. Pulling at the Chains with all his might he heard thew wookd creack and begin to splinter under his muscles, but a bolt of energy shot through him,growling he pulled harder,until a more powerful bolt of energy shot through him,he leaned back,his fur slightly smoking,looking about the room he saw mostly beast-folk like himself. The thing that caught his eye was a pretty kahjiit that looked allmost like an elf. Xerxes smiled at her. then frowned at her wound. "Hey, are you ok?" He asked in his slow deep soothing voice. concern mixed with anger in his voice.

OOC: Wow beastmania... I'll take care of Lestat
IC: The Redguard awoke, looked around and sighed deeply, seeming unsuprised of his whereabouts. The nord man was still unconsious, suddenly a extremely loud noise and a bright flash of light filled was coming through the cracks in the caravan. The prisoners had no clue what that could of been, but they can tell the caravan is going uphill now.

OOC: Is it a flash of light or a light that fills the room. Okay, I edited my post.

IC: Dro'Raska felt the wagon hit a bump and his body slid a bit more to the back of the caravan. His shackles hit the wooden wall with a dull thud and he rested his head after that bit of surprise. He was still stuck towards the back so he realized that they must be going uphill. He closed his eyes for a moment, but seemingly seconds later a thunderous noise, like an explosion, erupted in the caravan. Dro'Raska winced and his ears twitched in pain. A bright light began to fill the wooden box of a wagon, almost synchronized with the noise. His eyes burst open and he was immediately blinded by the light. After blinking his eyes a few times, he was used to the new found light source. Where is it coming from? Dro'Raska curiously thought. Within half a moment or so, the light faded away and the caravan was once more basked in darkness.

Every now and then, Saan-Jay tugged at the shackles, out of boredom. Then he suddenly got an Idea, ''Say, since we're all stuck in here with no chances of escape, we might as well-'' the wagon suddenly pitched upward, and a loud bang sounded off, and the caravan suddenly became all white. Saan-Jay at first thought he just died, but after a few seconds it calmed down. What the hell was that?! He rubbed the side of his head, the loud noise and sudden flash gave him a headache. He looked around, only to see blurry transparent shapes, his eyes felt like they were about to explode. He winced them as if to try and blink the pain away.

OOC: Bright flash of light surrounding caravan and its come into the caravan it stays for about thirty seconds
IC: "Damnit!" The redguards shouts. "Why?! Why?! Why?!" He screams at the top of his lungs and then breaks down into tears.

All this commotion wakes the Nord up, but he is still too groggy to do anything.

Capricus listened as the Khajiit started to say something, but was shaken as the caravan suddenly changed direction, and it seemed as if the vehicle they were in was moving at an incline.
"Oh, [censored]!" he exclaimed as gravity started pulling him to the back of the wagon, but he soon enough steadied himself on the new conditions. Capricus cursed again as his eyes were filled with a blinding light. It took a while to get used to what he thought must be the sun, and in about thirty seconds he could see again. He turned to see that the nord had finally woken up.
"Well," Capricus said to the Nord, who he promptly gave a smack upside the head, intending to get him fully awake. "It's about time."

Karst was bust pondering how best to kill the first man that came in here to grab one of them when the wagon tilted as it began to climb. With lighting reflex, her arm shot out to steady her body. For a moment, she wondered why they were going up, but then world suddenly went searingly white. Instinctively, the Khajiit snapped her eyes shut to protect her sensitive retinas, but even through her eyelids, it was blinding. For half a minute, she saw there, nerves tense and ready to attack anything that tried to grab her. When it faded and all she saw was her fellow wagonmates blinking as well, she sighed. They seemed to still be moving as well.

"Son of a [censored]." Karst muttered, rubbing her aching eyeballs. "When I get my hands on the dikeass what did that, he's getting turned into food.. Are the rest of y'all okay?"

"When I get my hands on the dikeass what did that, he's getting turned into food.. Are the rest of y'all okay?" The Khajiit said. Saan-Jay chuckled, rubbing his eyes. ''We'll both turn him into food, hell, I'll turn him into soup!'' He looked up and opened his eyes, his vision slowly began to return again. He was able to see the other captives more clearly now. There were atleast Three Khajiit, two Nords, a Redguard, and a few Imperials. The Redguard was on the ground, broken into tears. I don't blame him..., he then looked over at the female Khajiit, seeing that they were the only two fully awake, and talkative, ''Whats your name?'' He asked, trying his best not to look at her womanly parts. ''I'm Saan-Jay''

Xerxes reaced out a paw allomst leasurly to stop him from falling due to the change in gravity. He groweld deeply when the white flash happened,his eyes snaped shut immediatly too to protect themselves. after a minute Xerxes opened his eyes. Looking about the room to see if anyone else was injured. He smiled to the female kahjiit. "You ok?" his deep but soft voice was followed immediatly by an Argonian introducing himself Xerxes grinned to the man. "I am awake as well,and I am Xerxes.

Suddenly the caravan goes back to a flat slope and comes to an abrupt stop.

"All gone." The Redguard says without looking up while shaking his head.
Suddenly the Nord snaps back into full alertness. "Where are we?"

Dro'Raska was still being pushed against the back of the wooden moving room and couldn't stay comfortable for more than a second. Finally the caravan went back to the flat angle it was at before. Thankfully, Dro'Raska shifted to a comfortable crouching position and leaned his head against the wall. Then the wagon stopped, throwing Dro'Raska off balance for a moment. He deftly leaned away from where he was about to fall and regained his balance. Waiting curiously Dro'Raska watched and listened for any signs about what was going to happen.