Jul 19, 2011 12:47
[The feed turns on to show almost complete darkness, the only view being shown by the light of the tablet. Zevran's face can be seen, blood speckling it and streaks caking through his normally light hair. There are bruises all along the skin which can be seen and there is a disturbing lump in his shoulder that shows some things may be out of place. His lip is split open and while he smiles into the camera, the normal spark of amusement is out of his eyes. In the background screams can be heard and some sort of muttering from another nearby. His face looks sad and pained for a moment before the smirk resumes.]
This time they are truly pushing us to our limits.
[His voice is raspy and when he tilts his neck more bruises can be seen. He coughs and raises his, mostly uninjured, arm up to cover his mouth, wiping at his lips. There is more blood around his lips when he removes his arm.]
There are many being held here who are near the point of breaking. While I may be used to torture the others are most certainly not. If there is a rescue it must be done soon before the madness sets in.
[He sighs and he lays back on a dark floor, the tablet coming with him as he is making sure nothing below his shoulders cannot be seen. He chuckles and turns his head, just barely hiding a wince.]
Once this is over I think I would like to speak with the ones in charge. Their hospitality? It stinks.
heralds of valdemar: starwind k'treva,
!dragon age origins: zevran arainai