<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Rozpic013.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rozalin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Skyrim - Solitude - execution ground<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Being just difficult enough to be annoying, but not get hit, preparing to fight<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Rowark seemed pleased by the signs of resistance left with the prisoners. Three protracted days of horrendous treatment would normally quash whatever spirit remained, but this group was different. A variety of highly powerful "champions" capable of enduring such abuse all set to be executed on the same day. Rozalin briefly wondered if there was reason to keep so many powerful captives alive for so long. Certainly her shackles and cage were suitable for detaining her, but each day she lived, the more possibilities there were for something to go wrong. Even the most confident of rulers could recognize the dangers of so many experienced fighters in close proximity, paraded for days across un-patrolled land, no matter how restricted their powers might be. Rozalin struggled to think of a reason for the unnecessary risks.<em>Just what is the Empress planning to do with us?</em>, the Overlord thought to herself. Rowark's mention of the Royal Hunt made some sense to Rozalin. If they were as powerful as they were said to be, then it was likely that having them oversee the execution was a form of precaution to minimize any escape potential. Perhaps, the prisoners' best chance of escape was slowly fading as the mercenaries prepared to transfer their responsibilities to the Empress' hit squad. Mercenaries could be bought, but if the Royal Hunt could be, no one had found the price yet.<br/><br/>One of the guards walked over to Rozalin's cage and proceeded to release its locks. She watched the others as each cage was unlocked allowing the prisoners to step onto the soil once again. She raised an eyebrow at the guard while he motioned for her to exit. "Come on let's go. Get moving,"he said with an irritated tone. Rozalin shifted the bodice of her dress and then gathered up her skirts so she could step down from the cage without tripping. Her guard appeared more and more frustrated with the young Overlord's delicate movements and just before he was about to grab her, Rozalin stepped forward, placing her heeled shoes onto the ground. "<strong>Don't rush me. Had you offered me proper accommodations this might have gone more smoothly. Not to mention these shackles don't make this easy.</strong>" The guard rolled his eyes allowing Rozalin to step down and adjust her skirts again. He was much taller and had a great look down her bodice and her bouncing bounty held within. As they walked along the path for the next hour, her guard hardly took his eyes off her and this time it was Rozalin's turn to roll her eyes.<br/><br/>The path was well worn, but quite uncomfortable in open heels. Though her tights provided some protection, the sharp growth and twigs made short work of them, pulling holes and runs into them, which was exasperating for the Overlord if nothing else. The first mile of forced march was annoying. By the fifth mile it was intolerable. Rozalin began voicing her complaints but the guard may as well have been deaf. No one here cared about how to properly treat a lady of noble upbringing or her status.<br/><br/>The wind brought with it a sharp chill, even worse than this morning's variety. Her bare shoulders and the uncovered skin of her breasts felt the sting sharper than the rest of her, but there was no warmth left in her anyway. The execution ground was a place of power for something. Rozalin could recognize the writing. Sort of. A few words, or more accurately two specific words.<em>Evil</em>and<em>Sacrifice</em>. The word evil she would recognize almost anywhere; Recognizing the word sacrifice was a bit strange to her. She was almost certain she must have studied this language in her youth. Or perhaps prior to reincarnation. It was mostly forgotten to her now though. Maybe the Empress' plan was to use the sacrifice of her and the others for some gain. But something seemed strange. Not everyone here was evil, though who could say there was no evil within them. But who could say there was no good within them either? Rozalin learned long ago that there was more to being a demon than being evil. It was more a predisposition toward enjoying certain activities. There were Overlords who could have been considered good, and while maybe Rozalin couldn't consider herself good, she did at least consider herself noble.<br/><br/>The undead queen began talking about evil. Rozalin was certain she wasn't chattering idly, though it was hard to piece together the message. Knowing the words she knew colored her understanding of the situation. Rozalin thought it was for sacrificing evil when in fact, the runes were meant to protect from evil. Knowing the Queen of the Undead likely harbored evil within her, Rozalin assumed the goading was an attempt to spare herself. It didn't seem to matter who was taunting or struggling, the Royal Hunt Samurai had made the decisions. Two at a time they would be called forward and sacrificed. Rozalin was certain that fighting spirit they had all maintained would be stripped from them by the third or fourth round. It seemed the silent dread was still to come since the other prisoners were shouting at each other and the guards. Rozalin looked on with confusion still not contributing to the cacophony. Finally she noticed beneath the Admiral's heel, something had been smuggled in, or perhaps the trap was laid in advance. Perhaps this was the source of the prisoners' zeal. Even with their equipment restored, it could be a harrowing fight up against ten members of the Royal Hunt. Rozalin's eyes darted around to determine who the largest threats were. This was going to be an intense fight, and this Overlord had no intention of returning to the execution block.