04-20-2021, 02:23 AM
THREE DAYS EARLIER
A convoy delivering new prisoners was outside of Traitor's End prison. While most of the prisoners was in a cell, they dragged a single prisoner behind them. Bare-chested with multiple scars, both new and old; extensive bruising, hands cuffed in front of him struggling to keep up with the horse drawn carriage. His face was bruised, left eye swollen shut. Secured to his back was a sword that no one there could touch. They secured it to the mans back for transport, knowing full well he couldn't reach the sword, shackled as he was. They made their way to the center of the prison and the man was knocked down to his knees with multiple weapons place around his neck.
The warden came before him, he assumed. He had a smug look on his face. Some men with tongs took the sword of his back and before the man could see what happened to it, the warden knocked him out. The next thing he knew he was in a cell with other prisoners. Once he was able to get back to his feet, he began biding his time. Though his hands were still shackled, he jumped up and grabbed the top of the cell to work out. He wasn't about to let this disgrace repeat itself.
PRESENT DAY
Lennox was sleeping when the attack began. The swelling in his left eye let up a bit, so he can see better, but the guards took turns in beating him up. Apparently angered at their friends that died to Dyrnwyn. He woke up to seeing the prisoners in his cell running out of the gate. He jumped up to his feet and walked over to the person who opened the gate. "My hands are still bound, can you....Renata?!" Lennox rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked over his rescuer. "Renata, that is you! I must look like a sorry sight compared to how you saw me last. Is Tiras here too?"
A convoy delivering new prisoners was outside of Traitor's End prison. While most of the prisoners was in a cell, they dragged a single prisoner behind them. Bare-chested with multiple scars, both new and old; extensive bruising, hands cuffed in front of him struggling to keep up with the horse drawn carriage. His face was bruised, left eye swollen shut. Secured to his back was a sword that no one there could touch. They secured it to the mans back for transport, knowing full well he couldn't reach the sword, shackled as he was. They made their way to the center of the prison and the man was knocked down to his knees with multiple weapons place around his neck.
The warden came before him, he assumed. He had a smug look on his face. Some men with tongs took the sword of his back and before the man could see what happened to it, the warden knocked him out. The next thing he knew he was in a cell with other prisoners. Once he was able to get back to his feet, he began biding his time. Though his hands were still shackled, he jumped up and grabbed the top of the cell to work out. He wasn't about to let this disgrace repeat itself.
PRESENT DAY
Lennox was sleeping when the attack began. The swelling in his left eye let up a bit, so he can see better, but the guards took turns in beating him up. Apparently angered at their friends that died to Dyrnwyn. He woke up to seeing the prisoners in his cell running out of the gate. He jumped up to his feet and walked over to the person who opened the gate. "My hands are still bound, can you....Renata?!" Lennox rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked over his rescuer. "Renata, that is you! I must look like a sorry sight compared to how you saw me last. Is Tiras here too?"
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