TESV- Male Nord
From Create Your Own Story
Everything is black. You struggle to open your eyes as an intense light begins to push itself into your skull. Your head is pounding as if you had just been cock-slapped by Arkay himself. You can hear the wheels of a carriage, as well as several shouts from different directions, whilst the ground shakes beneath you. Using your superior intellect, you deduce that you are on a cart of some kind. It takes several seconds of blinking for the world to appear around you and you can finally take in your surroundings...
THE ELDER SCROLLS V: SKYRIM
As you thought, you are on a cart, slowly being pulled down a cobblestone road, each stone shaking the wooden cart as it passes over them. Flanked on each side by Imperial Legion cavalry, you are carried through an alpine forest whilst the Sun sits high in the sky. A cool breeze dances across your bare skin, looking down you realize that you are wearing nothing except for a thin loincloth, leaving nothing to the imagination... your hands are bound in front of you with thick rope. Your Cart is only one of many, with an entire column of prisoner transports being driven forward, each of them carrying about six prisoners. This thought brings to your own companions.
Directly in front of you is a Nord man with blonde hair and a short beard. He is wearing a brown padded cuirass with blue robes over it, like you, his hands are tied and again further along the forearm as well as at the elbow. The reason for this is apparent; he could almost be considered a giant, from the looks of him, he is easily 6'8" with a muscular physique. This is clearly seen through the large tears in his armor which, other than displaying the dramatic struggle it must have taken to subdue him, hint at the body that lies beneath. You realize that you have been staring, the man looking at you with a curious expression on his face, so you quickly look away.
Sitting next to you is another 'older' man, again with blond hair but instead paired with a platted beard. Other than the blue-grey fur coat the man is wearing, the most striking feature about him is the BIG, Fat, Black, Juicy ballgag that had been forced into his mouth. He seemed to be uncontrollably drooling, his eyes rolled back into his head and cute, soft whimpers occasionally slipped from him. As the carts continued, he would sometimes shudder and a low moan with be muffled from him.
The last of your compatriots are huddled at the back of the cart, with an exceptionally androgynous face and a thin, petite body that looks like the slightest pressure would snap him in two. Faint writing and symbols are vaguely visible all along his body, as you can see from his lack of clothing other than some ragged trousers. You would need to get closer in order to read what the words say, yet at noticing your looks, he turns his gaze and body away to face the back of the cart.
Eventually, you arrive at a settlement, tall towers and stone walls adorned with Imperial banners. Passing through the gates, you see the Imperial governor watching intently from horseback as your cart passes by. However, it is his company that interests you more, as three figures dressed in the uniform of the Thalmor ride up to watch the procession. The convoy carries on through the town, drawing the attention of the townsfolk until it reaches a large courtyard in the center of town. The carts halt and the Imperial soldiers begin to drag people out in front of the town's fort.
What happens?
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Loincloth |
| MP | 100 | |
| Level | 1 | |
