Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170313020704/@comment-31336039-20170425233355

(Why not, I propose a vote among the various members who are still active, a week or a few months?) A few days passed at their own pace. Life after its course. Each vacant to his occupations. The merchants trade, the adventurers venture, the beggars beg, ...However, in a cell of the garrison of the city guard, the last gossip of the moment began to regain consciousness.A dark, damp room was the first thing he noticed. Then the cold, dirty stones of the walls appeared to him more clearly with his progressive awakening. Unfortunately his nausea was also beginning to wake up. Great, I'm still alive ... Yippee... Taking time to look again at the room, he noticed the tiny window at the top of the left wall, equipped with thick metal bars. Opening bringing in the little light available. Opposite, a heavy wooden door covered with various graffiti. To the right and behind, still stone walls accompanied by a chamber pot in the corner. What...? A quick examination of his paillase confirmed the evidence. A cell ... I'm a fucking prisoner ... Verifying by habit, he confirmed that his armor was still on him. But his helmet and his weapons were missing. ''Shit! Obviously they took them! Bloody hell! I had left my helmet ajar to breathe. Dumbass! But my knife and my gun ... Wait, I still have my armor, so they could not open it. Maybe they did not take ... No, I alread use it on that abomination. (''For the helmet, I invite you to look at that of "colonel radec" without the black part resembling a cap. The designs are particularly similar. The riffle) The future looked bleak. But as he resigned himself to sleep to escape his nausea and the thirst that burned his throat, he heard footsteps behind the door. A metal clink followed by a key rotating in a lock resonate. He immediately closed his eyes and tried to relax as much as possible to mimic sleep.