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towerofanimus2013-08-06 07:54 am
nordic_dovahkiin) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-06 07:54 am
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Lost within the Tower
Characters: Brunwulf and you!
Setting: Room 1-04, Floor 32, Cafeteria
Format: Either.
Summary: Brunwulf arrives in the Tower and wakes up not knowing where he is.
Warnings: Possible angst and violence.
Room 1-04
[Brunwulf's eyes snapped open, as he nearly fell out of his own bed. His eyes darted around the new environment and he felt panicked. Where was he and how did he get here? Was he knocked out by bandits or maybe the Thalmor had imprisoned him inside this place? He walked up to the door and pressed his hands on the cool stone wall. The whole room looked circular in shape. Was he in some kind of tower? He growled and paced around the room a few times. Curse those damn elves! They would get nothing out of him! Brunwulf knew that it was not uncommon for Nords to be kidnapped and tortured against their will by the Thalmor.
Then, he felt it. His neck. What in Ysmir's beard was around his neck? A collar? He tried to yank it off but it was useless. Anger was rising within him at this degredation he was facing. Trapped inside a room with a collar around his neck. He was no animal! He knew the Thalmor often treated Nords like animals or savages. Yet, he was the Dragonborn! He slammed both hands heavily against the door. Would someone here him?]
Floor Thirty Two
[A floor that was all too familiar to Brunwulf. Trees, fresh air and a lake to fish or bathe in. He walked towards the open area filled with a variety of plants and picked a mushroom up. He dared not eat it in case the mushrooms here were poisonous. He was no longer in Skyrim, so could not make such an easy judgement. Besides, he was no alchemist or mage, so did not know one mushroom from the next. He tended to opt for buying potions from merchants, rather than making them himself.
He let the cool breeze wash over his rugged features, as he gazed up at the sky. He didn't feel like being trapped within a tower now. It was rather surreal, having an open air area within a stone tower. Did anyone else venture here to get away from the confinements within?]
Cafeteria
[Brunwulf saw other people eating within the dining hall. It seemed like some sort of eating area or food hall. Yet, the food looked nothing like he would eat at home. Where was the roaring fires and the roasting meat spinning around slowly on the spit? He narrowed his eyes in distaste. How could people eat this filth? He looked at someone's plate and wondered if that was all he could eat. He pushed past some residents and slammed his fist onto the counter of the serving counter. Someone might attend to him now surely.]
Setting: Room 1-04, Floor 32, Cafeteria
Format: Either.
Summary: Brunwulf arrives in the Tower and wakes up not knowing where he is.
Warnings: Possible angst and violence.
Room 1-04
[Brunwulf's eyes snapped open, as he nearly fell out of his own bed. His eyes darted around the new environment and he felt panicked. Where was he and how did he get here? Was he knocked out by bandits or maybe the Thalmor had imprisoned him inside this place? He walked up to the door and pressed his hands on the cool stone wall. The whole room looked circular in shape. Was he in some kind of tower? He growled and paced around the room a few times. Curse those damn elves! They would get nothing out of him! Brunwulf knew that it was not uncommon for Nords to be kidnapped and tortured against their will by the Thalmor.
Then, he felt it. His neck. What in Ysmir's beard was around his neck? A collar? He tried to yank it off but it was useless. Anger was rising within him at this degredation he was facing. Trapped inside a room with a collar around his neck. He was no animal! He knew the Thalmor often treated Nords like animals or savages. Yet, he was the Dragonborn! He slammed both hands heavily against the door. Would someone here him?]
Floor Thirty Two
[A floor that was all too familiar to Brunwulf. Trees, fresh air and a lake to fish or bathe in. He walked towards the open area filled with a variety of plants and picked a mushroom up. He dared not eat it in case the mushrooms here were poisonous. He was no longer in Skyrim, so could not make such an easy judgement. Besides, he was no alchemist or mage, so did not know one mushroom from the next. He tended to opt for buying potions from merchants, rather than making them himself.
He let the cool breeze wash over his rugged features, as he gazed up at the sky. He didn't feel like being trapped within a tower now. It was rather surreal, having an open air area within a stone tower. Did anyone else venture here to get away from the confinements within?]
Cafeteria
[Brunwulf saw other people eating within the dining hall. It seemed like some sort of eating area or food hall. Yet, the food looked nothing like he would eat at home. Where was the roaring fires and the roasting meat spinning around slowly on the spit? He narrowed his eyes in distaste. How could people eat this filth? He looked at someone's plate and wondered if that was all he could eat. He pushed past some residents and slammed his fist onto the counter of the serving counter. Someone might attend to him now surely.]
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I'm okay... sorry... [He wiped at his eyes] If you eat that... I could help you find some fruit... there's some in the forest...
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