Blood In The Grass

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The chains rattle, men and women groan, heavy boots on the stone.  Prison. 

My name is Thaos Ix Arcannon.... and I have been thrown into prison. 

My first few days here in imperial prison were... rough to say the least. The imperials have less rules with how they treat prisoners than is implied on the outside. Stale bread and broth are all they feed us. At night if you're unlucky you get visited by a guard and beaten. I have seen so many different faces that I have lost track.  Argonian, khajit, and the dark elves seem to get the worst of it here.  The stereotypes don't help.

Regardless of all of that.  I was innocent. That's what they all say of course but...I really was.  Murder they said.  I turn a corner and see a body only to be apprehended seconds after for the murder. My trial,  if you could call it that, left me in prison.  A life sentence it seems. Enough sorry story, time for what's going on now.

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Another sleepless night in the prison block. I stretch and all my bones creak. One of the guards,  a nameless face in armor at this point,  stops at my cell.  Great... a morning beating how new and exciting.

"Prisoner to the back wall! Arms behind your back!"

I comply because not doing so is just a good way to get even more injured here.  Chains and shackles are clamped down on my wrists and ankles before im roughly tugged out of my cell.  Im being nearly dragged to a different block. The next few minutes are spent with the clacking of chains and dull throbs and aches from the weight. Im shoved into another cell, my restraints are removed and the cell door is locked behind me.  As I turn to face the cell door I see a dark elf across from me. Ugh... everybody in prison knows this fool.

My new neighbor... Valen Dreth.