<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Rozpic035.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rozalin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Skyrim - Solitude<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Letting Zenon rise to the surface<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Rozalin's eyes flickered open as the distant sunrise lit the frozen wastes. It could almost be thought of as beautiful were it not for the view being obstructed by bars. The air was frigid, and her clothing felt damp, which only allowed the cold to seep further into her skin. While her resistance prevented any negative effects, it didn't stop it from being uncomfortable. Oh how she longed for a warm bath in a hot spring. Her daydream was blissful but short-lived and a distraction from what was truly important. She shook her head lightly to clear her mind and then looked around.<br/><br/>As far as anyone could tell, the situation was particularly dire. The indignity of the Empress's treachery led Rozalin into what could be her final moments. An insulting way for the God of All Overlords to be dispatched. Short of fuming inwardly and showing a composed front, there seemed to be nothing that could be done. The shackles and the cages seemed to be unyielding, as some of the other prisoners had proven through their tests. Rozalin was mostly concerned that her magic was countered by their presence. With her weapons taken and her magic suppressed, Rozalin had no means of rectifying her situation.<br/><br/>Technically Rozalin hadn't even betrayed anyone; to be executed without even making her case was infuriating. She sat in the center of her cage, straight-backed and head up, her skirts flowering out around her. She spent most of the last three days glaring at the guards with lingering gazes as they moved slowly toward execution. Three whole days had passed without even the courtesy of a change of clothes or taking of her last words. They hadn't even brought her food, not that she technically needed it, but more that it was discourteous to treat a noble in such a manner. Rozalin was being treated as a common criminal when she certainly deserved the proper respect due to someone of her stature. Aside from her fellow prisoners, most of whom seemed to be in worse condition than herself, the guards were the only point of contact around. And they were wretched. Humans of the lowest sort. Not even fit for the mana it took to animate them. In fact, the only movements Rozalin made in the last 72 hours were to smack away the hands of the Nords as they tried to grope her or rip her dress. Even bound and helpless, she would not abide further insult. Even a shackled Overlord was something to be feared.<br/><br/>After countless hours with nothing to occupy her time, Rozalin had noticed a few peculiarities about the situation. There would be no crowd to witness the final punishments, something Rozalin found to be odd. Why would the Empress be so insistent that 20 something prisoners be taken to an isolated land to be executed without witness? What was the point of hiding the executions of traitors? Rozalin was certain to display her force periodically, especially against usurpers, to maintain her control. With the incredible numbers of subjects the Empress controlled it would be a disaster to present them with a weakness. Still this small crew of thick men assembled a selection of highly powerful prisoners in similar cages for execution. And the preparations seemed to be nearly complete. Her fellow prison-mates seemed to also sense the end of the arrangements and began to make their intentions known. If there had been a plan to escape, Rozalin was not informed of it. Most likely, the others around her were hoping that one slip up would give them the chance to break loose. It seemed unlikely that taunting them and goading them would have any positive results. However, having all of the prisoners attempting to escape at once might spread their numbers too thin. If they had expected to break the spirits of these captives, they would need to try a lot harder.<br/><br/>The captor in charge was rousing his subordinates and happened to utter the word Solitude. It was the main city of this area, but it held a deep rooted connection to her previous life.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Solitude. I am a being of Solitude.</em></span>She could hear the words ring in her head.<strong>"No. I won't. I won't give in."</strong>Rozalin would not let these brutes bring out the worst in her. She stared defiantly ahead, waiting for them to prepare for the execution. Besides, there was nothing Zenon could accomplish that Rozalin couldn't accomplish on her own. She rose to her feet and straightened her skirts. She would walk toward her death as an Overlord.