[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1077126739144212541/1131447357033168956/bf41fcfad26aad9af58434c4037d2fe4.png[/img][hr][h2][color=lightblue]Cold Comfort: Sins of the Daughter[/color][/h2][hr][/center]

[color=blue]"OUT! OUT! OUT!"[/color]

[color=yellow]"Holy shit, Choran! They are ripping the place apart!"[/color]

[color=orange]"Marz! Wake up!"[/color]

Marz felt himself get ripped from his sleep as he heard yelling waking everyone up. When he hopped to his feet, Choran is there looking out the doorway. Choran turned to his cellmates and said, [color=orange]"They are tearing apart the bathroom! I think someone ratted us out. They are yelling at each other about an Anti-magic dampening device"[/color].

All within the cell seemed to have anger on their face, Choran, Mazan, and Marz held this face. All of them remembering that they had the device in their room and the moment they were caught they were going to face increadibly sever punishment. [color=orange]"Because of one rat everything is ruined!"[/color]

Marz pulled the item from his beard and began to look around, multiple ideas flew from each person, some said to make a crack in the wall, others said to put it back into his beard, others said to find a way to cram it up somewhere they would never want to look. Each person's idea came with a resounding barrage of rebuttals. With it came then curses, and then accusations.

[color=orange]"We wouldn't be swimmin' in shit if yer sor'ry ass didn't go and tell 'em about the device! What'd you do it for? Porridge?!"[/color] Choran yelled out, pointing a finger to Mazan.

[color=gray]"Porridge?! Your' belly achin' we 'ave no booze!"[/color] Mazan pushed Choran as he showed even in his age, he was still a smith.

More accusations continued to fly until everyone was winded, the guards had already began to search the rooms. Tearing them apart and even completely searching people. All the anger that was flying then began become ice cold, as Mazan, Marz, and Choran all looked to Khalud. Fire seemed to almost flow from their eyes as Marz stepped to Khalud.

[color=purple]"Ey! Why you lookin' at me like that?"[/color]

[color=#933A16]"It was you wasn't it?"[/color]

[color=purple]"ME?! Why would I!"[/color]

[color=orange]"You're always doing weird things at night"[/color].

[color=#933A16]"Last night you acted even weird last night, even ran off during the night"[/color]

[color=purple]"To the bathroom! If I wanted it found then I would have made it easy to find and put it there! I was writing to my family! I swear!"[/color] It was in that moment, Khalud realized he had said it and needed to show everyone now. He went off to grab his scroll and opened it to show the others. Choran snatched it and began to read it aloud quickly, finding it was just sappy letters to his family, and then a secret message, once pressed it was a code his wife knows, being for some more raunchy things. Choran looked at the scroll and then to Khalud with sheer disgust.

It was then, Marz knew who it was, but he kept his mouth shut. He could feel it the moment he heard what was going on. Khalud couldn't he would have told them it was in their cell. There was really only one person who knew it was in the bathroom. Only one person would have known.

During this time, all of the other cells were being thoroughly searched and the people in them too. Everything within was being torn apart, even if it was bolted down, it was pushed and pulled apart. The yelling became much closer as they began to hear what was being said. Everyone looked to each other as they realized that they needed to get the device out of the cell to a place that's already been searched. 

Each of them, looked to each other as Choran said with a near yell, [color=orange]"I knew it was you! You fuckin' bastard Khalud!"[/color]. Choran then took hold of Khalud's shirt and tried to swing at him.

Marz could see it, in an instant he understood what Choran was doing and took hold of Choran and pulled him away. [color=#933A16]"You're always tryin' to blame others! Now yer turned on yer own!"[/color] In that moment he turned his cheek and Choran threw a punch, sending him back slightly.

Wordlessly Choran and Marz traded blows, allowing for all who looked in to see them. Khalud took this time to hide the device in his clothing, given his ample form, while also hiding in the corner away from the brawl.

The moment the guards arrive to break up the fisticuffs, they took their batons and hit Marz and Choran, taking them to the ground and then drag each of them away. All the while Choran yelled, [color=orange]"Don't think this is over Khalud! I know it was you!"[/color]. Seeing that Khalud is under suspicion, the guards treated him deferentially and didn't rough him up or search him, seeming to stoke more of this idea. Marz wasn't so fortunate in this situation, as he was hauled off to solitary confinement for the day, he was told before he was left alone, [color=blue]"A day in the tank oughta learn you"[/color].

Marz was left in a holding cell breifly made of solid and clean bars. Off in the distance he could hear the rest of them yelling, yet as it quieted down he could hear in the distance a quiet conversation with the voice of someoen he was familiar with, [color=pink]"But you promised: me and me pa. We get out if I do it"[/color].

Then a male one cut through, one with a strong Vossoriyan accent, [color=green]"If we recover this 'device'."[/color] the man left a pause, [color=green]"We didn't. How do I know you're not lying just for preferential treatment?"[/color]

[color=pink]"Piss on you, ya bloody liar! I talked ta him. I told ye where it is. If ye didn't find it, they either pulled a fast one or you're naff at searchin'. I'm done sellin' out my people for ya!"[/color]

[color=green]"No, you aren't."[/color] the man seemed to leave an even longer pause. [color=green]"You bring us the device, your father still gets to walk out of here with you"[/color].

[color=pink]"Aye, I can wait a few more months"[/color].

Dead silence floated in the air for moments before the man spoke once more, [color=green]"I think you'll find that a bad idea, Venna"[/color].

Marz listened intently, hanging on the words, he needed to know, he needed it confirmed. The moment he heard the man speak her name, Marz knew, Venna had been the one to rat them out. He sighed, standing up as he patted himself off, he could hear the 2 sets of footsteps coming towards him, he knew what was to come.

2 larger men in padded armor came barging into his room, taking him by his shirt collar and nearly throwing him out of his holding cell. Marz had never been man handled by as he was, but these men were able to lift him like a child and throw him around. Through these tunnels that were dark and dreary, unable to see anything but his own hands infront of him, he could hear the moans and groans of others.

Slowly as they move through the area, Marz was able to see the light bounce off the walls, it almost seemed oily within the stone tunnel, as once they made it to the cavern where they have solitary confinement, there were multiple clean steel plates with a single hole poked through. From these covers Marz could hear voices coming from them, either people groaning and moaning, or even whispers from within. Once they had entered, one of the guards walked over to one of the lids and opened it, the moment it was fully risen, Marz felt a sharp pain in the back of his head as he was forced forward as he fell into the hole. The hole was 10 feet deep and Marz felt every moment of the fall. With the moment Marz landed, he felt his shoulder fire off with pain. He had only a moment to look up before the lid was dropped, and a resounding and violent 'bang' was sent through the hole Marz was in.

Within the pit, Marz could see from the light refracting from the oiled walls within. He could smell the oil and it was intense, making it nearly impossible to breath. As Marz began to look around he notice the hole was thin and difficult to move without nearly slipping. Within there he was given nothing other than a bucket. Marz could only sigh as he began to sit down, but found out that he was unable to fully sit without crossing his legs, let alone sleep his time away.

All he was left with was his thoughts, and the dull ringing of a bell telling them when it was time to eat or sleep.

[color=#933A16]"Well ain't that a bitch?"[/color]