Daubeny Family/Apollyon/Rise from the Ashes

Roleplay from Apollyon Daubeny Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Perdan (32 recipients) - 14 days, 19 hours, 28 minutes ago Rise from the Ashes

Apollyon woke up, looking up at the blank grey stone roof, it was a dull sight, as was the rest of the cell.

He had nothing but a window the width of his two hands together and it was barred and shielded.

His door was a barred grid, seemingly with no exit, only the small hatch with which his food and items he was permitted were passed through.

He had a small desk, large enough to hold two books and his ink and quill with a page set out.

He had a small bedrest where his two other books lay, pages marked from his reading.

He had a simple chair, his bed was a hard mattress on a small wooden frame, he might as well have been sleeping on the ground.

He looked at his hands, they were scarred, from years of swordsmanship and battle.

His back and front was a mess of scars and blemishes from weapons, only his face was unmarked, thought he had gained some small scarring on it.

How long had he been a warrior, easily two decades if not longer, was this really it.

He would die in this cell, no sword, no honour.

Disgraced.

He felt a sick feeling in his gut and stood, he would not wait for his death, he would not sit idly, he had to do something.

He looked at his chair, he flipped it on its side and stomped down hard on the top right leg.

It snapped off and fell to the ground, he pushed the chair under the desk though it wobbled.

He helps the chair leg like a sword, he closed his eyes and got into his duelling stance.

He methodically swung, stabbed and blocked unseen enemies and their blows, he fell into a trance, moving fluidly like a mist, moving and dodging as much as striking and blocking.

He didn’t know how long he kept up his practice until he heard someone clear their throat.

He glanced over his shoulder, Robert was standing there.

“Oh, Robert, good morning, at least I assume it’s morning, how long have you been standing there?”

Roleplay from Dustiria Noire Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Perdan (32 recipients) - 14 days, 18 hours, 3 minutes ago Rise from the Ashes

Robert leans against the door in a manner not unlike a panther lounging on a tree branch. Looking lazy but dangerous. "Ever since I heard the snap of wood breaking. Did you think lad like I asked?"

Roleplay from Apollyon Daubeny Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Perdan (32 recipients) - 14 days, 15 hours, 5 minutes ago Rise of from Ashes

Apollyon nodded, standing defensively and backing up from the door.

“I have thought, hells all I have done for the past week is think.”