Jail Rot
Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 10:01 pm
Hours, days, months. time passed and the city above changed. As did the orc jailed within the deep dungeons of Trollsbane. For the first days his muscular frame roamed the dark unlit cell, the food within the corner eaten through glutton in a matter of hours. Yet if he know his stay was meant to be for a far longer time than he expected, perhaps he would have treasured it.
At first the lack of food and light affected him not, his body living from the ample muscle. But as time passed and still no one entered the now pestilent cell his condition worsened. Lack of food and his waste fermenting within the chambers corner left not much to the imagination as starvation and desease took grip upon its unwilling victim.
At first the lack of food and light affected him not, his body living from the ample muscle. But as time passed and still no one entered the now pestilent cell his condition worsened. Lack of food and his waste fermenting within the chambers corner left not much to the imagination as starvation and desease took grip upon its unwilling victim.