Diarys Of A Cat.

[RealSirMysterious 24]

I decided that I would stay active on lotc with the forums until I've moved to my new house and get my computer out of storage. So I am writing story's based on my second character. Baer. So I hope you enjoy. And its on a phone that I wrote this so the format is boring I know.

I don't know where I was born. I don't know my parents or any of my family. I only know pain and sorrow. I write this in the forest while feasting on some roasted elf and drinking a large jar of water. And even know I remember my first day. I remember the cannon shots and being ripped from my bed when I was 7 in a house I don't remember. I remember watching them burn the houses and kill the innocents. I remember being hit in the head and blacking out. And this is where my story begins. I woke up roped down to a stone pedestal with two men on either side of me. They wore red robes and had hoods pulled down covering their faces. They had bronze masks that were expressionless. I tried to scream but my mouth was gagged.

"No use in trying to scream cat." The one on my left said while bringing a large stick down from a rack on the stone wall. Another hooded figure came in from a trap door on the ceiling. She spoke in a soft and calming voice.

"He's just a kitten Volark. I bet he can barely walk. Untie him he's no threat to us with the ankle hooks." The man she refered to as Volark removed his hood revealing a large blonde beard and a head full of blonde hair. He then drew a small dagger from the inside of his robes and cut the ropes holding me down. I immediately tried to run but fell over screaming. I looked at my ankles and saw two hooks in each ankle that were bolted to the pedestal. Blood began to escape from the holes in my ankles and the hooded woman immediately began to rush towards my legs. "Damn idiot!" She yelled removing the hooks with ease. "Daestryio!" Hold him down and make sure he can't move.

"On it." The other hooded man said easily holding me down. The women brought her hands to my ankles and wrapped some cloth around them. Volark laughed in the corner and was immediately silenced by another hooded figure who entered and brought a club to his head. I slowly blacked out due to pain and loss of blood and the last thing I heard was the drop of Volark's body.

[Elad™ 560]

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