Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20181211180148

Deep within the darkest depth of Mistrial's forest layed a bandit camp alight with torches and camp fires to keep out. The acroaching darkness and all was quite through out the camp well except for the crying whimpers of a fair modest merchant woman. Who was bounded and gaged in a cage.

She had been these bandit's prisoners for days now though it her it felt like years.It was cold in her cage as she was kept far away from any fires as a form of torture. She had moldy old bread as company a form of food in her capturers eyes. It was clear they didn't care how well off she was. All they cared about was the lien she was worth ransoming off hence why they didn't kill her off like her protectors. 