Private (+18) Drahonnal

[Writes-Many-Posts]

It has been long since Cidhna Mine has lost its status of toughest prison in Skyrim. A bigger building found in the wilderness of Haafingar with the name Drahonnal furiously carved in a bloody steel sign quickly became filled with prisoners that would dig up ebony from the rich endless veins inside as punishment. Still, it is nowhere near the ordinary prison, and has much behind it. Anyone unlucky enough to be ‘hosted’ in such a godsforsaken place will experience drastic changes in their personality, a new fear for disobedience and, eventually, the resigning acceptance of self-slavery.

History:
It didn’t take long before all the holds learned about the newly found prison, and their Jarls desired to get their hands on the still simmering ebony that came out of the mines. After many diplomatic conflicts, Elisif gathered every ruler of Skyrim and tried to make an arrangement to favor everyone and cease the chaos among every hold.

Other than Markarth, all the holds sent their prisoners to Drahonnal to get a part of the profit in the ebony extraction. Soon, the prisoners would be bigger in number than the guards that kept them in line, and they didn’t take long to revolt and form one of the most vicious group of bandits Tamriel had ever seen, using the fearsome structure of their former prison as a stronghold. Being Solitude the closest settlement to Drahonnal, this city was the most plundered of them all, losing entire shipments to the criminals, falling deeply in an economical crisis for a while.


In despair, Elisif sent her fastest scouts across the province to find somebody that could end the riot once and for all, and retake the ebony mines for Skyrim’s side. One woman returned to the Blue Palace after a few days. Her name was a mere whisper, completely unknown to most of the population, Nyvis.

Nyvis asked but for a few days, before she would take back the prison. Yet before leaving, she made sure the Jarl heard her demanded payment. The woman wanted nothing less than the permission to rule over the prison, establish her own rules, and have no questions asked about how many human rights would be broken as long as she was in charge. The crisis was too much to allow Elisif to say no. Nyvis had managed to get her desired payment.

A few days later, Nyvis and 40 sadistic men built a siege on the prison, avoiding as much damage as they could to the building, focusing mainly on the human targets. Their tactic was a mere distraction, while their archers focused on the 5 men that aimed catapults, most of the others would use ladders to climb up to the wall in the least guarded areas. The size of the prison, being once its pride, was its new residents’ doom. Nyvis and her men slaughtered every man and woman they found in their path, signed to the other men that were still outside to ram the gates open, and forced the enemy to surrender. It is said that after the punishment of all the prisoners that were still alive in Drahonnal, Nyvis had blood at the level of her knees.
Soon, the prison would open again, and welcome new prisoners. Despite the efforts Nyvis made to keep her inhuman punishments as far as she could from the population, the mighty feat of taking over Drahonnal once again made everyone aware of nearly all the details. Being well acquainted with Nyvis’ cruelty, no prisoner would have the word ‘riot’ flying out of his lips, which allowed her to tighten their leashes even more, by putting an end to their meals and forcing prisoners to chose between hunting skeevers for food or resting in the 5 hours given to them for sleep.

To let the prisoners hunt, Nyvis gave every person inside a shiv, and started to use the ebony extracted for armor to all of her men but herself, disliking the heat of such material. The well armed sadist guards implanted fear on everyone inside, and the exploration of the mine was drastically increased.

The over exploration of the ores caused one of the prisoners to find a new mineral, Lepiditte, being the chips of such mineral often called Lepids. It was purple colored, flexible, not fit for weaponry, but fit for currency. An underground society was created thanks to the Lepids, allowing prisoners to trade clothes, shivs, dead animals, bedrolls and other petty valuables for the new mineral, all without knowledge of the guards. Rumors were created about such mineral being sent by the Divines to Nirn, or that they were tears of a giant Daedric being that had somehow set foot on Skyrim, but its truth remains unknown. Deep down, the Lepids’ purpose seems to be to bring prisoners back to the society they once lived in, when they were free.

Layout:To avoid prisoners taking over Drahonnal once again, Nyvis let the catapults and ballista stand ready outside the fortress, guarded by at least four men, each, ready to crush any that dares to leave the mine.

The gates, usually guarded by two swordsmen outside, and two archers on one tower each, are made of wood and steel, and require four men to open it by moving a heavy mechanism. The 17 feet/5 meters tall walls that surround the entire prison are made of ivory bricks, connected by a strange cement of unknown origin. If any prisoner is talented enough to be able to climb up the orderly slippery bricks, he will be cut by the many pieces of shattered glass at the top of the wall.

Once inside, the first sight anyone has is the chopping block, never washed since Nyvis reopened the prison. Guards are always in this open area, usually training, or punishing prisoners. There is always a large square marked on the ground, near the wall, on the inside. This is where the prisoners must pile all the ebony they mine. A drawn red line at a considerable height on the wall marks Nyvis’ expectations, and if the result of a month’s work doesn’t best them, the guards kill one in every three prisoners in any way they please. Other than the chopping block, it is also possible to see a small cage, buried in the dirt, completely exposed to the sun. Such punishment is called the pit, and is the mildest of them all, being, in consequence, the least used. The last thing that is possible to see before going inside the large building where most of the people are in is a large cage with furious noisy hounds, used to the taste of human flesh, that have the job of cleaning the bodies of those that cannot handle Drahonnal.

Inside the surprisingly fresh building, a visitor will find stairs going up and down, being the first ones clean and guarded, while the other ones are dirty and made of a cheaper rock. The first floor is the treasury room, and keeps most of the profit the prison makes in ebony safes that are nearly impossible to crack, even with the best lockpicks. This is one of the floors that have most guards, possibly holding more than 15 inside sometimes. In the second floor, the guards sleep. Instead of hay piles and bedrolls that are nearly rags in poor conditions, they sleep on comfortable beds with silk blankets and pillows filled with soft duck feathers. This is also where the equipment from the prisoners awaits their owner’s death or freedom to be sold or returned, instead of kept in a locked chest. The belongings of each prisoner are kept in a different container with their name, and piled at the corner of the sleeping quarters of the guards.
Lastly, the third floor is where Nyvis sleeps. Other than that, there is also a large sauna and a big table with all the rich food types known. When guards have a break, they come here.
If, alternatively, a person chooses (or is forced) to go down, the first floor they will find will be the mine. There is little more to be seen than ebony veins, miserable prisoners and laughing guards, and little more to be heard than pickaxes striking rocks and painful moans. One floor lower is where the criminals sleep. Skeevers can be heard and sometimes seen, although they are fairly shyer than usual thanks to the extensive hunting from the prisoners. There is no concern about anybody digging a tunnel to escape because even in this floor, the walls are shielded by a massive wall of ebony ore vein. Guards force every prisoner to get out of this floor every day and mine on the one above. When they take their ores outside might as well be the only time when they ever see the sun again. The last floor is protected by a locked ebony door, and holds all the punishments hidden from the people of Skyrim. If somebody makes Nyvis put her whip back on its holster and press her ebony key against the lock of this door, they will walk out of there a bunch of hours later with severe wounds scattered all over their body.

Staff:
There is a limited range of people that seem to come to Drahonnal. The highest in number are definitely the guards. No matter which weapon of choice they have, it is always ebony made, and their skill is far greater than that of hold guards. Nyvis makes sure she hires the toughest and most sadistic men to serve at the prison, or lets a hardened prisoner that has lived through his time take the job.

Following the guards, the prisoners have the second highest number in Drahonnal, and don’t overwhelm the guards’ because many die every week. All they have is a shiv, rags and a variant amount of Lepids. Despite the guards caring very little about the well being of their captives, there is still a heavy punishment for killing a prisoner, if the killer isn’t a guard.

Lastly, there are the carriage drivers. They rarely spend more than half a day in Drahonnal, but they are those who deliver letters from outside and bring the gold to buy ebony from every Jarl. In short words, they are what connects Drahonnal to the rest of the province. Most prisoners are delivered in a carriage of the hold they were arrested in.

So this RP won’t have a plot. It is supposed to go on and on, with very little fighting, promoting mostly character development, relationships, loyalty, all that stuff that we need nowadays… Read through the rules before posting a CC.

Rulez:
The rules are in the OOC

The guest list:
Writes-Many-Posts - Jaxx von Helfert
Khaotic3 - Carina
EpicVakarian - Raenya Yanoski 'Raenn'
AirshipCircus - Ma'Nchitar the Black
Irishman - Cyrus 'Silvertongue'
Shadowkitty - Shadow

Nyvis bids you welcome...

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

It was a dark and misty night, with no sound nearby other than a small choir of crickets. The leaf-bald trees stood out of the mist spookily, as if their branches tried to grasp the twin moons. Nyvis had no idea about where she was or what she was trying to do. Her slow steps steadily quieted the crickets one by one with her closure. Her heart beats could be heard louder at every second, and the crickets, surprisingly, didn't resume their chant once Nyvis gained some distance. The morbid silence ended once a whisper flew very quickly by the side of her right ear. Nyvis... It felt as if somebody was right behind her, but once the imperial turned around, nothing but the pale clinging fog was behind her. Before once again trying to search for anyone nearby, Nyvis verified if her trusty axe was with her. It calmed her down to find the polished long wooden hilt on her back as usual, as well as caressing its shiny steel blade. Feeling the whisper was nothing but a trick from her mind, she resumed her challenging trip. Don't ignore me Nyvis... It's me... After the frightening words penetrated her ears, Nyvis felt her braid being pulled behind her twice, strongly. This time, she nervously turned around with haste and took out her axe before staring once again at the mist behind her combat ready. "Where are you? What are you?" Whatever whispered her remained silent. Nyvis poked the mist surrounding her with the axe, only stopping when she noticed it had tightened her so much she couldn't even see the tip of her axe, nor where she had come from. Her fear had become panic, and later a paranoia. Remember what I couldn't do when you were 15...? She then felt a cold touch in her hips, that somehow broke through her armor. Nyvis quickly tried to grab her assaulter's hands, but once again found nothing. There seemed to be no way out, other than running away to an unknown place, through an unknown path, which was what she did. You insult me Nyvis... Nothing can outrun me. Nyvis had no time to lose her breath, because a powerful pain stabbed through one of her kidneys and forced her to kneel down. Holding a few tears inside her eyes, she tried to crawl on her all fours away from her foe, which only worked in another powerful invisible piercing pain through her lungs. Come on Nyvis... Isn't this what you say? Each strike is stronger than the last! She was finally able to see two hands coming out of the wall of vapor, which wrapped themselves around her neck and cut her breathing.

Nyvis stood up from her bed breathing heavily. After sliding her hands through her chest, back and neck, she realized it was just another nightmare. The bed creaked as she stood up with a sigh. A few seconds staring at the window were enough for her to know that even the prisoners were still asleep. She put a garb on, to prevent her skin to touch the frozen steel of her armor, and then the imperial set. After scanning her room and finding nothing to do, a resigned Nyvis sat on a wooden chair, taunting her bed in her thoughts. "I prefer to stay awake in these next two hours..."

 

[shadowkitty]

Shadow came to and blinked her eyes, blinded momentarily by the sun. She felt the lump on the back of her head and cursed herself for the twentieth time for not being meticulous when checking that last assignment of hers. She had been set up by the Dark Brotherhood, she just knew it. Usually when someone left the Brotherhood they were tracked down and killed. But, for some reason she was going to be made an example of. When she was sentenced to Drahonnal Prison and unceremoniously dumped into the awaiting carriage she had overheard the guards talking in awed tones about the Prison.

“I heard that anyone who enters Drahonnal, never comes out again.” One said.

“Well I heard that they torture the prisoners, in some, unusual ways”. The guards looked at Shadow with some measure of sympathy and she grew fearful of what was waiting for her at the end of the journey. She had attempted escape during the trip, which had earned her the blow to the back of her head. Shadow had remained passed out for the rest of the journey.

“Awake just in time” the soldier beside her sneered.
She sat up and took in her surroundings. It was fairly wild countryside and she did not recognize it at all. The carriage wound its way through a narrow path towards a large structure, looming up out of the trees like some large ominous beast. Shadow eyed her weapons, which were closely guarded by the soldier that sat next to her. She itched to get her hands on her precious twin daggers and slit the soldier’s throat. He had been particularly cruel to her on this trip, delighting in humiliating her every chance he got. Shadow looked down at her tunic top, spotted with her blood, torn so badly it left little to the imagination, and silently fumed. I will find you one day and you will pay, she promised herself.

The carriage bumped over the rough path and passed under the stone and steel gate and into the yard of Drahonnal Prison. Shadow saw guards practicing their weaponry and archery skills. A line of thin, bedraggled prisoners carried armfuls of a black rock and emptied them onto a pile near the wall. They turned around and one by one shuffled back inside the main building. A few of them glanced over to Shadow, some with interest, others with pity and the rest with no care at all. They look like they are dead she observed.

She was roughly shoved in the ribs.


“End of the line my sweet” the soldier mocked her. He grabbed her by the chain link that ran between the iron shackles that circled her wrists, and pulled her out of the carriage. Shadow fell to the ground, partly because she felt a wave of dizziness from the lump on her head, and also because she wanted to appear weak and fragile. She was anything but that, but these people didn’t need to know that. Not yet anyway.

 

[Khaotic3]

Small strips of sunlight shone through the spaces of the wooden planks that made up the walls and roof of the carriage. Inside were three prisoners, dirty and tired from the long trip from Falkreath to wilderness of Haafingar. The smells of sweat and dirt filled the cold air. This carriage had made the journey several times before.

Carina was absentmindedly peeking through the walls of the carriage, as the Imperial man on the other side of the carriage was speaking of horrible tales of Drahonnal. His voice seemed high-pitched, as he was the only person in the carriage who seemed to be worried. The Argonian next to him was making fun of him, just as he had the rest of the trip, and Carina simply tried to ignore them. However, this was no easy task, since the only other thing she could think about was skooma.

Yes, she wanted to get high, to leave this place, but that was impossible now. She was stuck here in the dark, smelly carriage with two annoying men. At least in the prison she would have something to do.

"You know, we probably won't live very long in there." At some point the Imperial had sat himself next to Carina, and was leaning towards her. "Perhaps you and I could find a way to pass the time...."

His breath smelled like waste and old mead, but Carina turned and faced him. She did not care much for the company of men, or women for that matter. What brought her joy was killing.

"Perhaps it's time you learned to shut your mouth," Carina replied flatly. "So she speaks," The Argonian said with his snake-like voice.

The Imperial's facial expression turned from sly to frustrated. "I wasn't asking your permission," he quietly fumed, putting an arm around her.

The man had a shiv in his boot, Carina knew. She reached her hand down his boot, and managed to grab it.

"Neither was I." She used the man's shiv to stab him in the gut. She then pushed him away so he would not cough blood on her. He was cursing, the Argonian was laughing. "Poor fool. Was so afraid of whatever was at that prison, he took his own life, no?" She said to the Argonian. He seemed to be smiling, if Argonians could smile.

Carina knew this would be the last time she would get to kill anything, and she still wasn't entirely sure if she would get away with it.

The Imperial was still gaspingand in pain when the guards opened the carriage to let the prisoners out. Carina and the Argonian shambled out, their shackles clinking loudly. The guards stopped them, asking what happened to the man, and luckily for Carina the Argonian went along with her story. It must have been his way of thanking her for making the fool finally shut up.

The Imperial was too far gone to speak, and with no evidence to the contrary, the guards simply made the two keep walking. They threw the Imperial out of the carriage, closed the gate and left. Ebony-clad guards led Carina and a few other newcomers toward the building. One newcomer, a young woman, fell as the guard pulled her out of the carriage. Oh, brother. She won't last a day in a place like this.

Prisoners were carrying the black ore out to a pile, mindless as zombies. Two guards carried the dying Imperial toward a cage full of hungry hounds. They threw him into the cage, and the dogs pounced on their meal.

"Keep moving!" A guard yelled as he shoved Carina. She stumbled, but did not fall on her face as the other woman had. Carina's plan was to stay some-what unnoticed the first couple days; to stand back and observe.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

Jaxx only opened his eyes once he felt the weight of the crown on his head. He looked around to find jolly peasants and thanes, all yelling the same words proudly. "Von Helfert is the High King! Von Helfert is the High King!" He turned up to the largely decorated ceiling of the Blue Palace and smirked. The need for treasure hunting was no more. He was rich! Before he could consider which wine or brothel he should buy first, Jaxx was confronted by a priest who had an odd looking amulet in his hands. After sitting on a smaller throne next to Jaxx's, the old man proclaimed to the High King's people. "And, for ridding Tamriel of the Thalmor, our beloved High King shall become the ninth and true Divine!" The crowd burst in many uncoordinate cheers while Jaxx proudly nodded towards his divination, happy, yet somehow unsurprised. After standing up and raising his arms in celebration, which only aroused more enthusiasm from his people, Jaxx noticed a shy little figure in the corner of the room. He knew who that altmer was. "Elenwen!" It only took a small arrogant walk through the audience towards the altmer for Jaxx to catch her. "Well, well, well... Looks like your desire was satisfied: Talos isn't worshipped anymore." Despite Jaxx's expectations of some hasty insultuous words, the former Thalmor knelt down very cowardly and spoke with trembling lips. "I'm so... so sorry, Helfert... I don't know why I ordered your pursuit... I guess... deep down... that I was just jealous..." The crowd's attention was all towards Jaxx's once powerful Nemesis, which automatically told her to go on. "You see, all the women we interrogated about you claimed you were the most handsome man they had ever met, who had unrivalled skill in bed and an amazing instinct for survival..." Jaxx didn't let his smile die, nor having the woman stand up from her knees. "I know... They spoke the truth." She boldly stood up with a smirk and gained closure to her ruler. "I think I might know how to make up for your troubles..." Her fingers walked on Jaxx's chest as his mind clicked once he figured what she meant. "Oh, I see... That would be nice." Two guards immediatly came once von Helfert snapped his fingers. "This woman wishes to contribute building my ivory statue in the middle of the market. Take her there!" Elenwen's surprised look was beyond priceless, and after a hearty chuckle, Jaxx proceeded with the major changes. "I want a bath tub in my room! I don't know how you nords live without higiene, but I can't do that! I..." A new face stopped his line of thought. It was a young lass, dressed like a maid, and her shy gazing at every detail of his palace proved she was new around there. "He-llo! You are the new maid, yes?" "Y-yes your Highness..." "Why don't you let me teach you the marvels of bathing?" She blushed, but accepted. "But of course my King..." After having the girl wrap her arms around his neck and jumping to his hands, Jaxx spat a few more words before leaving to his room. "I proudly say that whoever calls me Jeux goes to the chopping block!" The cheering became stronger once again, almost strong enough for the maid to not understand Jaxx's words. "Shall we proceed?" A powerful voice echoed in the palace and made everything shake. HELFERT!

At first, everything had turned into a sightless dark, but then, Jaxx woke up, his hands bound and his pockets empty, inside a carriage. "I didn't see any Bond of Matrimony on her finger!" He realized with some shock that it had all been a dream, and the time when he would become both High King and a Divine, was still to come. "You seemed to be having a pleasant dream, so I had to wake you up. Dominion rules: our prisoners cannot feel any sort of pleasure." The elven carriage driver said. How he had been captured was completely unknown, and Jaxx chose to be filled in. "What happened?" He asked weakly. With a grunt, the driver explained. "A hint in case you face the Dominion again: Don't dance showing off after you kill a Justiciar. Most soldiers tend to detect you. A poisoned dart was all it took to arrest you." It had become clear. He did remember showing off after he had buried his emerald inside a Thalmor's heart. "And where are we going?" Clearly the driver was hoping Jaxx would ask that, as he let a smirk blossom across his lips once the question was made. "Drahonnal, toughest prison in Skyrim, and maybe in Tamriel..." That was indeed a scary answer. Jaxx had never been to a prison, but if it wasn't managed by the Thalmor, the chances of escaping were drastically reduced. "Prison?! You can't take me to prison! I heard people can get raped while they bath!" The lash clapped on the horse's back, and was followed by a cruel laugh from the driver. "Bath? You clearly don't know where you are going..." The idea of prison kept becoming worse, and so was his despair. "Come on! Let me work for the Dominion! I once found an Aetherium Glass... I can sell it to you! If you drink a potion from it, you get its effects for a human lifetime!" "Save your breath... We stole that glass before we arrested you!" After a futile attempt to free himself, Jaxx used the only weapon he had left: his taunts. "You Thalm-Whores! It is not a crime to murder a Justiciar if it is self defense. In fact, it should never be a crime! I deserve a medal for killing one of your hive you wasps!" The end of the driver's punishment was when they arrived at the jail. Enormous building, nearly legendary. Jaxx fell off the carriage with a strong push from the altmer, being face planted against the dust. Two seemingly souless guards dragged him inside, where a few more carriages were being emptied of scum to be driven into the mines. "Nyvis'll take care of ya..." One guard laughed.

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The hours passed, and Nyvis was finally out of her room, waiting for the prisoner delivery, one foot pressed against the chopping block. A lonely carriage arrived first, with an innocent looking nord inside. A slight feeling of empathy and pity was the immediate reflex of her mind and heart, but she had to have done something to be there. Despite her efforts, Nyvis voice wasn't as rough and dominating as usual in her order towards the newcomer. "Take off her clothes, put away her weapons, give her a shiv, rags and a pickaxe, and leave her in the mines with the others." Before the guards dragged the girl to the end of her life, Nyvis stood before her, and asked with a similar tone "Name?"

It didn't take long before another carriage arrived. This one had three prisoners inside, although only two came out, while the third became dog food. It was a girl and an argonian. She bluntly stepped in front of the argonian. "Your name, lizard." He looked up slightly intimidated, probably because of knowing who she was. "Tal-Saar." Nyvis pointed to the mine with her thumb and spoke quickly to two idle guards. "Clothes off, equipment on!" She turned to the lass as the annoying thought of empathy returned, but before she could say a thing, she noticed an elven soldier dumping a man who looked more like a ragdoll near the gates. The guards in the entrance knew what to do. Before proceeding to the other man, she asked the lass "Your name?"

 

[shadowkitty]

Shadow was roughly pulled to her feet, her shackles unlocked and a woman dressed in impeccable imperial armour stood before her.

"Take off her clothes, put away her weapons, give her a shiv, rags and a pickaxe, and leave her in the mines with the others." She was then man-handled by the guards who stripped off her black assassins clothing, in front of everyone. Shadow endured the humiliation, the guards leering at her and making lecherous comments. Handling her more than was necessary. She pulled on the clothing they threw at her, glancing at a group of new prisoners. A woman looked at her with a mix of sympathy and distaste and Shadow bristled inside. She needed no-ones sympathy. When she was dressed in her prisoner garb and handed a crude metal knife and a pick axe, the woman in the Imperial armour asked for her name.

"Shadow" she gave reluctantly, before the woman walked off and she was shoved towards the building with the rest of the prisoners.

 

[UnLonged]

Musty air, thin ebony dust floating around with it with each strike of a pickaxe. When one fails to hold a pick and drops down from exhaustion, they are not brought up to their feet, instead they are dragged from where they lay and out of the grounds that they mine -- pulled into the shadows and down to a place where only Oblivion could rival the atrocities within. While most call it Molag Bal's playground, some of those whose mind isn't in their right place call it home.

"We clear?" a bosmer whispered out - his voice smooth, like it was with little care yet his face is serious. "We clear." said another, but his was with low politeness. A small group of inmates gather themselves in a dark corner below the balcony that circled the large chamber - hidden from view of guards that patrol; their posture that of those who relax, putting a facade of those hard at work for a brief moment when a short redguard calls out to them "Guards at point!"

A bosmer pair - man and woman - holds the small group; the male one sat on an ebony pile, one of the many they have worked hard to get while the female sat on his lap, leaning on him as she breath each air with lax. "A good haul lady and gents." said the man as he grabbed a portion of his rags and brought it to the woman who clung to him, wiping off the grime on her fair face. "Ebony AND lepids." said one stout breton with a scar on his right cheek, the worn pickaxe printed itself on the ground as he grabbed it to support his weight. Two imperials stood on the side and bumped their arms against each other - a satisfied smile on their faces, twins only being distinguished with a number branded on their respective right shoulder: 1 and 2 - they couldn't say themselves who they are for their tongues are no longer where they should be.

"We won't be eating skeevers tonight!" said the bosmer woman with contained ecstasy, contentment only made obvious with a short sigh of relief as she wrapped her arms around the slender shoulders of the man. For a brief moment the cruelty of the prison wasn't present in them - but such moments does not bring the feeling of being in their homes for the small gathering of inmates.

One brusque nord hugged the walls, carefully making his way to the group - ever vigilant with each step, looking for guards that could hold him in their sights. "Hey Minrannir!" he exclaimed, looking around for a brief moment before he continued, "Did you hear? New haul of prisoners just came in."

Minrannir, the male bosmer, stretched his lips slowly to a one-sided smile - those who knew the man could immediately tell that that look on his face was one with great interest. Before he could speak, however, the woman relaxed on his side jumped up - an open smile with her. "Is there a woman?"

"Yeah, two actually. One other guy and an argonian." The woman's face became more cheery, her smile widened as she turned to face Minrannir. "Can we bring one of them in?"

The redguard snickered, only stopping when the woman glared at him with piercing hate. "Lady Iinhein sure did a number on that last girl, didn't she?" the breton spoke in jest, followed by a short chuckle from the rest, even the bosmers laughed for a bit. Iinhein slung her arms around the man's neck, her lips pouted and cheeks puffed - the look of a begging child. "Please?"

Minrannir stifled a laugh as her eyes became wide and shined like an onyx. "We check with Cyrus if he needs 'em for something. If not, well we let them decide if they want to be with us." The redguard pumped his arm and nodded to the bosmer before scampering off, not needing instructions on where to go and why. Iinhein didn't held back a passionate kiss on the bosmer man, her face lingered on his as she broke the connection - a devious look forming on her.

"We ought to get back to work." Simple as that phrase did they continue their purpose, grabbing large chunks of black ore and loading them upon the back of a burly ox; each piece putting stress upon the carrier. The bosmer man turned to the nord, fetching a few flakes of lepids from a dirty purse that hang around his hip, sending the nord away with some compensation.

 

[Irishman]

"Todays the day!" The grimy Dunmer rubbed his hands together with a look of excitment and perhaps even hunger. Hunger for a change. Hunger for New Blood. Hunger for new flesh...

"Yes Rythe. Today is the day, for the 100th time. Your a slimy bastard you know. One day your going to corner the wrong 'new girl' and she will run you through. Consequences or not." Cyrus did not look up as he spoke and continued to mine the dark mineral in the cold, damp environment.

The sh!t caked asshole of Nirn.

Although he was talking to one of the most filthy rapists he knew, an amusing smile had plastered itself on the face of the redguard. Silvertongue loved having the New Bloods come in as much as every other inmate. "That's all part of the thrill Silvertongue! I especially like the ones with a bit of fight in them. The way they wriggle around when I'm penetrating them, I barely have to move as they do all the work!" The elves tone had become more impassioned and Cyrus would have bet all his Lepids that if he chose to look, the dunmer would have a roaring hard-on.

Cyrus chose to ignore Rythe's evident arousal and instead his attention was drawn to the guards that had started to move in a familiar fashion. As it wasn't time for a shift change, it could only mean one thing. "They're here." Cyrus stated, mostly to himself as he straightened up and stretched his weary back. "Keep your bloody pants on!" He spat towards the other prisoner who indeed looked as though he had shoved his shiv down the front of his rags.

The guards themselves looked as worked up as the inmates and Silvertongue recalled the first time he had laid his eyes on the fearsome warriors. The enormous stature of most of them, mixed with the shiny black armour and overt confidence that they exuded was enough to make most newcomers wet thier pants. No matter how hardened a criminal they were. Silvertongue's arrogance was the only thing that 'saved' him from that embarrassment. Saved however is not the word, as his arrogance and lack of respect very quickly landed him in some of the worst punishments imaginable. Arrogance very quickly turned to reverence as he learned that self-preservation is far more important than pride in a place like this.

"Put down all pickaxes, shivs and ore! Move yourselves to the back wall and patiently wait for our new friends to arrive, and for the love of everything you hold dear. Shut The Fvck Up!" One of the guards ordered. The inmates shambled over to the wall and a wave of nausea passed over Cyrus as the bodies of unwashed men and women came close together. The smell of feces, sweat, blood and other undesirable bodily fluids was what the entire prison smelt like and it took the redguard a little bit to get used to. 10 years later however, Cyrus was used to the stench but it could still bring tears to the eyes when everyone grouped together.

Silvertongue quietly went and stood next to his oldest prison friend, an aging argonian by the name of Jeelius. The pale red argonian nodded towards Cyrus and moved over to allow him room. They were both one of oldest and wisest inmates in Drahonnal and while everyone around them chanced whispering excitedly, they were both silent and awaited the induction of the New Bloods.

 

[Hime]

Sleep often eluded Arblynn, but it allowed her luxuries that a person who used up time by idly resting their eyes by comparison to the outside world standards. One could never get enough in such a hell hole as this, and many times she had sacrificed it to simply survive. She was tired, but she wouldn't give in for a flogging or slowly starving to death. Arblynn, as always, carefully allotted her time, only allowing respite when she was exhausted as well as finished with her quota and as near to full as she could get. Many had said she wouldn't last more then a month in the prison but it had nearly been three years since she had first passed through its wretched gates. Despite all odds, she never perished so easily, mainly because she liked proving others wrong. Through beatings as harsh she received in past life and through the sick minded dogs that had the faces of men, she survived. Nonetheless, it left her weary that no good nights rest could mend.
Whispers came of new arrivals, some of sorrow, for most hated the idea of others suffering as they had, other astonishingly joyful for new flesh. She had been among the latter at such tidings. Few people deserved to die in a place like this but it was not her place to question if some men deserved to die. She was among of those who had taken life so easily outside of the mine's walls, but it had changed her. Not tamed, nor did it break her spirit but she learned that life and death was something only the gods could rule over, even if she never fully believed in them.
When the guards gathered the prisoners to usher in the new 'recruits' , as she called them, she came willingly to where the others stood, breathing through her mouth rather than her nose to prevent herself from gagging from the stench. She pulled on a mask, as she did time and time again for long since her time in the prison, one that no one could see nor pierce easily. Indifferent to the world and harder than steel was what others saw in her face. She would never appear weak on the outside. Her reputation was on the line always should someone ever see her true self. Crossing her arms, she waited and watch to see what her eyes and ears could pick up on, since information was just as valuable as Lipids down in the pit, and many people within would pay to get what they could. It was her livelihood that hinged on it after all, so any small scrap would do to appease her regular customers.

 

[Khaotic3]

The newcomers stood in front of a woman dressed in steel Imperial armor, a contrast to the thick, dark ebony armor of the guards. Carina knew exactly who this woman was.

"Your name, lizard." she said harshly to the Argonian. He seemed a bit shaken. He knew that this woman was Nyvis as well as Carina did. "Tal-Saar." His voice was shaky. "Clothes off, equipment on!"
The guards threw Tal-Saar around as he tried to get dressed.

Now it was Carina's turn. She stepped up to Nyvis, but did not make eye conact. Carina did not want to provoke her. However, she managed to remain calm. "Your name?" "Carina," she replied simply.

After Nyvis gave the order for Carina to change, the guards lifted her up by her arms and carried her a few feet before throwing her down in front of the ragged clothes. Thanks for the lift Carina thought sarcastically. The guards stood over her, ready to pounce when she began to take off her clothes. Let's just get this over with.

As Carina pulled off her leather armor, the guards "helped" her, although they seemed to be touching her more than the armor or rags.

After fighting her way through the change of clothes, the guards led Carina and the two prisoners in front of her towards a magnificent-appearing building. Behind her she could hear Nyvis speaking to another newcomer.

 

[shadowkitty]

Shadow stood in line with the others while the woman in Imperial Armour spoke to the last of the new arrivals. She examined the shiv she had been given with an expert eye. It was rough. Not more than a piece of sharpened metal with leather wrapped around one end. She tested the weight and grip, firstly in a forwards stabbing position, and then in a back handed fighters grip. It's crude, but it will suffice for now, she thought to herself. She missed her twin daggers and eyed the guard who was holding her belongings.

She hefted the Pickaxe in her hands and decided it could be used as a weapon if needed as well. She looked over to the dog cage where the injured prisoner from the other carriage had been thrown. Long dead, his body was now being torn apart by the savage beasts. That will be my fate if I'm not careful. Although Shadow had never been to jail once in her life, she was smart enough to know that in here you had to keep your head down, be always on your guard and never piss off those whom held you. If the guards were anything to go by she knew she was going to be a prime target inside. I have to do something to let them know they can't touch me unless I deem it so. She knew what she was planning was risky and if caught she would be punished severely, but she could see no other alternative.

It was now just a matter of choosing her victim.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

The driver threw the box where Jaxx's weapons were in close to the gates, where he was patiently (with no other choice) waiting. He started to pay more attention once the first gal in line was made devoid of her clothes. "Nice!" One of the guards, despite probably thinking the same, drove his hand against the back of Jaxx's head, like a grown up punishes a child. Moodily, the breton lowered himself, still eying the newbie. Following her, a lizard was also stripped down. A male one, unfortunately. Jaxx turned around in disgust, this time on a lower tone. "Ugh... Not nice, not nice!" Lastly, another girl who seemed to be the only one remaining in front of him was also undressed. "Wait! It was worth it..." The two guards, who were easily pissed off after three petty comments, didn't wait any second more than it was needed: Once Jaxx's turn came, they pushed him all the way to the woman in Imperial armor as if he was a barrel. "Name?!" She asked agressively, hinting that she probably heard and disliked his comments too. "Jaxx von Helfert." He said tinyly, fearing that she would possibly spend a lot more time than he thought. "Give him the equipment!" One idle guard grabbed a pickaxe that was leaned against the wall, rags that were held on a hook and a shiv from a pile of many and walked towards him. Before he could proceed to his assignment, Jaxx interrupted. "Uhm... Sorry, but the Thalmor didn't give me any food... What to do? Elven hospitality... When do you feed your prisoners?" The guard laughed bluntly before replying between unpleasant snorts. "Hahaha... ahh... You're serious?! Nyvis will explain everything once you're inside. Getting fed... Good one! You will die so soon!" His ebony paws then took off his jacket and he was about to lower his pants when one of Jaxx's comments cost him dearly once again. "Whoa... Having too much fun, pal?" There wasn't even enough time for Jaxx to smile about his observation before a huge ebony fist was driven against his crotch and caused him to scream high pitchily on his knees. "I'm already sterile!" Every prisoner that was outside, making the pile of ebony bigger laughed, as well as the guards, at the man's misery. It would have gone on forever if the woman didn't take out her whip and clap it against the ground to cease the tortuous laughter. "Back to work!" Even the guards became quiet, everyone seemed to fear her. She then approached Jaxx and pulled his hair. "Listen up, pl*pshead! Nobody toys here, you hear?! No... body..." Two shiny daggers were quickly removed from their sheathes while the guard ripped Jaxx's shirt apart. The headmistress of the jail then pressed the two enchanted blades against Jaxx's nipples, causing him to squirm for a few seconds. Without giving him rest from the pain, she asked "Clear?!" Seeing little more than sparks muffled by his own tears, the breton replied "Yezzzzzz! Cryztal!" She growled before finally putting her daggers away, leaving Jaxx smoking on the ground. This time nobody laughed. Drahonnal seemed to be a place with no room for second mistakes, or first mistakes, nor anything smaller than that. His clothes were taken off him by the first man who attempted to do so, and then Jaxx was forced on his feet, and pushed inside the building, along with the other three, after putting on the rags and carrying the pickaxe on one hand, while the shiv remained on the other. The cold feeling in his neck didn't allow him to forget his scarf, and the lack of weight in his jacket reminded him he had a few septims in one pocket.
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Nyvis clashed her teeth together angrily, looking at the new prisoners, predicting how long each would last. The results weren't good, at least for each of them. Before heading inside as well, she noticed a prisoner with a pebble of ebony drinking from the well on the right of the mineral pile. She walked towards him furiously and took the small object from his hands. "What is this?!" "Uhm... I..." After throwing the rock to the top of the pile, Nyvis used a seemingly patient tone to explain the rules one more time to her host. "You are only allowed to drink water IF you bring a decent ammount of ebony outside." The man's eyes welled water, as he sweated nervously and tried to find enough courage to reply. "I... I'm sorry... I was just very thirsty..." Nyvis burst. "And so you chose to break the rules! If I let you do it, why not everyone, right?!" He nervously nodded, as he dropped the bucket and the weary rope inside the well once again. "Wrong! Because this is Drahonnal! All pay for their deeds here! Everything has a price, every price is a punishment... You just won two hours with the crows and hawks!" Two guards responded immediatly and threw the man on a carriage. "No! Please! I can't mine if those things eat my eyes!" The taller man, who was getting ready to drive the horse all the way to the top of the nearby mountain, where the birds were fed with poor souls, was interrupted by a thoughtful Nyvis. "Wait! He has a point! If he loses his eyes, push him off a cliff! There is no use for him!" The man lashed the horse, nodding in acceptance of his orders. "Yes, boss!" Being the man taught, Nyvis was free to head inside with the new bloods. She took a while to get used to the darkness inside the mine, but nothing strong enough to stop her from delivering the punishment. "You! All four of you are here. Why? Only you know. It doesn't matter. You defied order and civilization, and Drahonnal is where you pay for your crimes. You have all been given a shiv, a pickaxe and rags. Until a signal is given to you, you all must mine ebony from this floor. During the six hours you get to rest..." "Six?!" Jaxx thought. "You choose to either sleep or hunt for your meals in the floor below this one. Whatever you can eat, you eat before anyone takes it from you. Rules of survival. That's what your shiv is for. Defending your meals from prisoners, and getting your own meals. Killing a prisoner grants you a chat with the dogs, a nail ripped off, a crucification, or whatever I feel like doing. Make a guard angry, and he will not schedule you for a torture, but punish you where you stand instead. Any questions?!" "Uhm..." "What?!" "When do I get out?" All the prisoners inside, as well as the guards, unaware of what had happened outside, started to laugh once again, which sharpened Jaxx's worries. He thought it was a decent question, one that deserved an answer, although the laughter answered it quickly. Nyvis stomped an ebony vein with her steel boot and yelled, running out of patience. "Enough!" As she took her right hand's glove out, the woman angrily aproached a shrugged Jaxx. With the steel left hande, she clutched his genitals, causing him to shrug even more, while her right one grabbed his tongue and pierced its tip with her thumb and forefinger's nails. "One more of those... And you will get raped by one of the curious guards, you hear?!" Jaxx nodded in panic and spat some blood when she released him. "Now... Anyone has a real question?!" Nyvis asked, making a gesture of a slit throat to Jaxx, preventing him from opening his mouth.

 

[shadowkitty]

Shadow felt just a minute pang of sympathy for the man who's balls the Imperial woman was squeezing. If he would only stop flapping his mouth, she thought to herself. She had heard him declare he was sterile out in the yard. The whole prison had heard that. Her ears had pricked up with interest at that statement and she studied the man like a wolf would study an enticing meal. He's going to be popular with the ladies she concluded.

They had gathered on the first floor of the building and the woman in charge Nyvis? is that her name?, stood in front of them.

"Now... Anyone has a real question?!" She seemed to be almost daring someone else to speak. Shadow chose this moment to remain silent. Instead, she thought of the different places on her body that she could conceal her shiv.

 

[Khaotic3]

"You! All four of you are here. Why? Only you know. It doesn't matter. You defied order and civilization, and Drahonnal is where you pay for your crimes. You have all been given a shiv, a pickaxe and rags. Until a signal is given to you, you all must mine ebony from this floor. During the six hours you get to rest, you choose to either sleep or hunt for your meals in the floor below this one." Carina got maybe two hours of sleep on a good night, so this was plenty of time for her. "Whatever you can eat, you eat before anyone takes it from you. Rules of survival. That's what your shiv is for. Defending your meals from prisoners, and getting your own meals. Killing a prisoner grants you a chat with the dogs, a nail ripped off, a crucification, or whatever I feel like doing. Make a guard angry, and he will not schedule you for a torture, but punish you where you stand instead. Any questions?!" "Uhm..." began the newcomer man, "What?!" "When do I get out?"

The entire prison seemed to burst into laughter. Guards, prisoners, even Carina, could not suppress it. How ignorant was this man? He gets sent to the harshest prison in all of Skyrim, perhaps all of Tamriel, and he wants to know when he can leave? He had to be joking. After I've killed you. That's when you get to leave.

Nyvis approached and threatened the man some more,which amused Carina. This imbecile will get what's coming to him.

"Now... Anyone has a real question?!" Nyvis asked, making a gesture of a slit throat to the Breton, preventing him from opening his mouth. Nyvis's words almost seemed like a dare. And Carina was not one to push her luck over something as simple as speaking.

 

[Irishman]

As the prisoners stood waiting patiently for the New Bloods to arrive, one of the more excitable inmates started to get a little too loud with his whispering. An intimidating guard came over to him, took his ebony mace of his belt and drove the solid handle of it into the prisoners ribs. There was a definite 'crack' as the young man let out a cry and sunk to the ground gasping for breath. The guard stared at the other prisoners silently wishing that another one would break the now absolute silence so that he could injure them to. As the inmates stood patiently, averting thier eyes from the guard and the injured man now sobbing quietly at his feet, the ebony-clad warrior grabbed the back the man's rags and half dragged him out of the mining floor.

Probably never see him again...

Cyrus could hear the echoing voice of Nyvis as she and the prisoners descended down the steps. Once upon a time, the old redguard would have been jeering and amped up, ready to put the new miners to the test of Drahonnal. Nowadays, he was all about self-preservation. All about his trading of Lepids for goods that afforded him small luxuries such as a bear skin blanket to keep him warm at night or his old, makeshift slingshot that had rewarded him with dropping countless skeevers.

Which reminds me... I must get that repaired.

The presence of Nyvis snapped Silvertongue out of his thoughts and as he looked up he saw the four newcomers. As Nyvis lined them up against the wall for an introduction, the first thing Cyrus noticed was the set look of determination in the eyes of the two women. The darker haired lady especially had that look that she would never be broken. Silvertongue chuckled under his breath. The argonian man looked submissive enough and looked as though he wanted this experience to be over already, and the other man... well he looked like he was in pain. He was discreetly rearanging his family jewels and had tears welled up in his eyes that threatened to spill down his young face. Either Nyvis had gotten to this man already or the intimidating prison was living up to it's name. This poor, young breton was going to learn that it only gets worse.

The prisoners around Silvertongue were getting louder again. This time however, the guards didnt mind as they to were chuckling to themselves and pointing to the New Bloods. Cyrus's argonian friend, Jeelius leaned towards the redguard and whispered "3 Lepids, the young breton man is dead by this time next week." Cyrus' grinned widened. His old friend knew him too well. knew that if challenged with a bet that he wouldnt back down. A week in Drahonnal was enough to force the the strongest of bandits and outlaws into submission and it caused the weaker individuals to cave-in a die. "You got a deal." The redguard whispered back.

As Silvertongue brought his attention back to the New Bloods, the young blonde caught his eye. She had found the darkest spot to stand in the line-up and although she was on display, she seems to have a knack for losing some of the attention. A useful skill to have in a place like this, especially for one so young and pretty. barely out of your teens. Cyrus hoped that Drahonnal was going to be kind to these young women but deep down he knew that they deserved to be here, and that it takes a different type of courage to survive.

 

[shadowkitty]

As Shadow and the other prisoners trooped down the stairs after Nyvis, to the mine floor, a hot stinking air hit her in the face. She did her best not to recoil from the stench of dampness and the mixed body odors from the inmates. Her eyes adjusted to the gloom and she could see a large floor area, surrounded by high walls. Guards patrolled around the top of the chamber, their Ebony armour gleaming in the light of the lamps. Prisoners were lined up against three of the walls. One ebony-clad guard was dragging a sobbing man away by the scruff of his neck.

Nyvis had Shadow and the others line up facing the rest and Shadow found a nice dark spot to slink back into. Her cold ice-blue eyes studied the prisoners as Nyvis spoke. Most of them stood there silent and sullen, but a few of the more braver ones whispered to each other and sneered. We are the new meat was the thought that ran through Shadows head. She noticed a few of the prisoners, male and female, looking at her like she was a fresh haunch of venison. She bristled inside when she saw one male in particular rubbing the large bulge in the front of his pants. Shadow narrowed her eyes at him, taking in his greasy hair and the look of utter excitement on his face. Hello, my latest victim. She tightened her grip on her shiv as she turned her attention back to Nyvis.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

It was pleasant to see nobody else dared to speak once Nyvis had sent her message. "Well... What are you waiting for then?!" She roared "Mine!" She nodded to a couple of the many guards that surrounded the cornered prisoners in the mine and they followed her deeper into the ground. Even though nobody was in the sleeping floor, it's stench didn't have trouble matching the one in the mining one. The bedrolls had their own possessions: Skeever tails, rags from fallen comrades, shivs belonging to the dead as well, each cleverly hid somewhere others wouldn't try to search. On a wooden pillar, a thin long waterfall of blood, stretching from a stain in the middle of it revealed a possible fight between two prisoners, or a mere assault by just one. Nyvis unlocked the other door that lead to the deepest floor in Drahonnal and relieved her nose once the stench of bathless scurvy prisoners was replaced by the one of rotten guts and death, a smell she was a lot more used to. A man, with bound limbs, gasped in tears and sweats. His rags and shiv spoke of his identity as a prisoner, and the ammount of blood that moisted the ground near him revealed he had been in that floor for a while. Even though he had steel handcuffs, he still tried to use his bound hands to cover the large cut that exposed his intestines, not to mention stopping the bleeding that hadn't ceased since the night before. If Nyvis didn't need information, he would be devoid of his tongue and lips, but since she wanted him to speak, only his teeth were ripped out of his mouth. She then noticed that the guards that had been watching over him also had the fun of piercing the man's chest with his own lost teeth. After making the man hiss in pain by pushing one of the canines against the man's left nipple, Nyvis dove her hand in a leather bag on a table and took out of it three shiny purple chips. Not steel, unlike what many of the guards thought at their first sight. In fact, nobody knew what it was, and Nyvis hadn't even given the chance of touching such a material to her men so far. She displayed the mineral in front of the man's dying eyes. "I will ask you one more time: What... is... this?" Was it skooma? Amethysts found in the mine? Gambling chips? The young prisoner, whose beard had grown a lot during his time spent as a host in the unfriendly torture room, chose to remain silent. "Fine..." Nyvis said as she unlocked the cuffs around his feet. In a quick, yet brutal movement, she grabbed a tip of his intestine and pulled a little of it out. "Nails, hammer!" She ordered to the two assistants, who didn't take half a second to satisfy her request. The fellow screamed in pain, possibly strongly enough to be heard in the mining floor or even outside, since Nyvis never bothered to make the walls soundproof, caring little about the sleep of her hosts, while his mistress nailed the tip of his intestine to a wooden pole. The organ spat some blood to her armor, and would be soon impossible to move without a painful price. "Torch!" Once again, the tool was quickly handed to her, and Nyvis, with one hand pulling the lad's hair and the other holding the flaming stick, shouted in a cheerful tone. "Bet on the laps!" Two large purses, one from each guard, were rudely thrown against the table where the minerals were on, clinking richly on impact. "30!" "40!" She provocatively approached the man, ending up nearly kissing him, with awkward eye contact. "Last words?" After desperately looking around and finding his hopes broken, the man yelled hastily "fl*ff you! All of you! You c*nts!" That was the boost Nyvis needed to make a momentuous action. She landed the flame on the man's hair, which ignited quickly thanks to all the garbage it had piled up over the months in Drahonnal. "Run, run!" With his hair on fire, the prisoner desperately ran around the pole, tangling his intestines as well, hoping the speed would put out the flame. As he slowed down due to his brain being fried, the guards enthusiastically counted his laps, while Nyvis watched, trying to make sure he didn't survive. "34... 35... 36... thirty... seven!" The man finally fell on the ground, dead, and as the guard who had bet 40 watched his money being taken by his opponent, Nyvis picked up the unknown mineral once again and took it to her room, awaiting for an opportunity to find out what it was.

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As soon as the seemingly shemale ordered them to dig, Jaxx quickly sprinted to one of the less crowded veins, trying his best not to piss off the authority again. That was when the stench rammed its way across his noselids. A sarcastic comment nearly slipped out of his tongue, but this time, Jaxx caught it. Instead, he threw up in his mouth and swung his pickaxe against the hardened ores. Everybody seemed to expect little from him, and that included himself. He was hungry, about to get smelly and unshaved, hated by the boss on the first day, in the toughest prison of Skyrim, nearly framed by the Thalmor. It couldn't get worse. Being most of the prisoners paying attention to the ladies (menacing attention, seing how they touched themselves and did weird tricks with their tongues as they gazed upon them), the breton tried to keep a low profile and make it to the night with no new enemies, aside from all the guards that already disliked him, including Nyvis.

 

[Khaotic3]

The stench of the prison floors hit Carina in the face when Nyvis led them down the stairs. Carina had been in some gross places, but no stench matched this. At least in Falkreath the guards made them clean up every once in a while, but more so the guards didn't have to smell it rather than keeping the prisoner's quarters liveable.

As Carina's eyes adjusted to the light, the four new prisoners lined up against the wall across from where the older prisoners were lined up. Most eyed the newbloods like an enticing meal. Some seemed curious, some uninterested, while others seemed like they would pounce on them to satisfy animistic desires. One in particular was rubbing the bulge in his pants. Carina glanced over to the other new woman to see her reaction to this man's filthy display. Her eyes were narrowed, and she had the look of a killer. Perhaps you and I can have some fun with this man.

"Well... What are you waiting for then?!" Nyvis roared, snapping Carina back to the world around her. "Mine!"

Carina had decided to hold her shiv as well as her pickaxe. It would not be easy, but she could not risk someone taking it from her. She found a spot near the man whom had been pleasuring himself, but made sure there was a few people in between them. She was daring the man to come near her. After all, she had always wanted to blind someone by squishing and popping out their eyeballs with her thumbs.

 

[shadowkitty]

"Well... What are you waiting for then?!" Nyvis roared, "Mine!" As Nyvis disappeared down the stairs with two of her guards, the man next to Shadow ran off like a shot and started digging like his life depended on it. It does in here, Shadow though to herself. She half expected to be set upon by prisoners but they merely turned back to their mineral deposits and started mining the black ore. Shadow noticed the argonian make his way towards another at the back of the room, and the woman beside her had positioned herself two men down from her victim. Curious, Shadow moved across the floor and positioned herself next to the other new woman. She hefted her pick axe at the black rock, the contact jarring her arms. Still, she was not going to show any weakness in here. She had decided the innocent act just wouldn't cut it in a place like this.

She wondered what the woman's intentions were towards the man who she had picked out to be on the receiving end of her shiv. She had never worked with a partner but thought it could be beneficial to have a backup in a place like this. Not that she trusted the woman at all. Should I speak to her? Make an acquaintance? Shadow was torn as to what to do, but in the end, her need for any sort of company down in this horrid place made her speak up.

"I see two great minds think alike" she whispered to the woman.

 

[Irishman]

The new inmates quickly dispersed and began mining without too much of a fuss. Strange, usually Nyvis likes to introduce and humiliate her new subjects before throwing them in with us wolves. The fidgitty breton man had hurried off quickly to find a vacant vein and started swinging into it. Cyrus could tell he knew a little about mining by his grip and striking pattern, but ebony ore was definetly not his strong suit.

As Cyrus went over to introduce himself, the breton's eyes flicked in his direction and his swing faltered slightly. "Yer not digging out iron or silver ore anymore, New Blood. Ebony is one of the hardest minerals in Tamriel and you really need to swing into it if you plan on staying alive in this hell hole... My apoligies, where are my manners?" Cyrus had a twinkle in his eye and held out his hand. "My name is Silvertongue."