Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-25606723-20160131181218

You wake up in a cell. You can't feel your legs or your arms. You look down and see that they are covered in blood. You are hanging on a cell wall, your arms and legs chained to the floor and the ceiling. An intense pain comes from your back, and you know it's from the whip. You see fire around you. The floor is covered in dried and fresh blood. Screams echo down the hallway. Your hair is sparse and bloody, and your head has a large gash in it. You feel despair coursing through your bones. You can't remember being free. All you remember is this Damned Hellhole Prison, where His enemies go to rot. You can't remember His name. You can't remember anything of the outside world. You see the shadows of the guards flickering in the firelight, coming closer...but there is something different about these. Even through your bloodshot eyes you can see something different. They had a bit of...radiance. Something about them suggested they were not Orcs nor Trolls nor Gnomes nor any of His other humanoid servants. Their walk...it was all wrong. You hear the key fitting into the rusty lock of your cell. You feel excitement and fear growing within you. The door opens. Three 'Guards', appearing to be orcs, step through the glowing cell door, silhouetted by the flames beyond. They silently come to your side and remove the chains binding your limbs. You fall to the floor. the last thing you see before you black out is one of the 'Guards' rubbing a strange salve on your arms and legs... 