Cell 1

The person in here would wake up with no recollection of the past few weeks, and nothing on them but ragged clothes which might have once been normal, but have been clearly beaten by the weather and other sources. They would wake up sore, and in a dark room.

This certain cell had a very small window in a corner, about seven feet off the ground, though with iron bars blocking any hope of escape. The moon shined dimly through the cell, and outside, a guard could be heard coughing lightly, while a pair of foot steps lead down what sounded like a hall. 

There was only one door in the room, a large and heavy looking one, possibly iron, and with no handle on the inside, or any way to look out or in. A sliver of light passed under the doorway. The only other thing in this cell is what seems to be a small pile of hay in the corner opposite the door.

(This cell might seem boring with no hope of escape, but don't worry, you'll get out, and it won't remain pointless forever.)

Everything began foggy, and to be completely honest this wouldn't be the first time. Cedric struggled to awaken from his stupor. Where was he? Not the North... he couldn't feel the familiar chill. He tried to look back on all of his adventures but couldn't pin anything down. Not the North. His body ached, but upon a mental check he could in fact move everything and nothing was broken as far as he could tell. Keeping his eyes closed Cedric tried to remember why he was there. Flirting? He tossed that out of his mind becaus ehe was pretty sure he wasn't in a sex dungeon... was he?

Upon opening his eyes he was extremely disappointed. Stretching his arms above his head, Cedric lurched upward, walking towards the small window.

"Hello? I'm awake now so if you're planning on killing me do it now," Ceric called out the window, hoping the source of the coughing would acknowledge him. "If not give me an explanation and a good flirting and I may just forgive you." Cedric chuckled to himself.


Where was Griffin? What had he done in the past days? Weeks? Months? Cedric slide down the wall next to the window, trying to retrieve his lost memories.

The noises paused for a moment, and then a conversation could be heard. The voices carried easily through the window, seemingly not to have heard Cedric. It sounded as if two guards were standing a distance away from the window.

"..... be the execution?" Was the beginning of the conversation able to be heard.

"In about a week, I believe," replied another voice. "There are a few preparations needed."

"Such as?" The first said. "We have the ones who would have stood in our way the most, wouldn't it be easier to kill them now?"

"Orders of the king to wait," the second replied.

"Tyner?" The first sounded shocked.

"No, not Tyner, you ass," the second said. "The new king of the East. Calls himself the Emperor. Tyner disappeared, remember?"

"Oooh, right," the first said, pausing.

The conversation took a pause here, and the silence continued.


(Sorry if that's a little short or uninteresting. I wanted to drag this out, seeing as the fourth will be joining in a bit. Also, didn't want to spew all the interesting information at you right away.)