Awaken

Sorbithor lay awake in the dark musty room. Darkness shrouded the figures next to him, and a small iron bar grate across the window released icy wind into the small room. Rancid smells floated off of the cold stone tiles lining the cell. Sorbithor was confused, having been handcuffed and stripped down to the bare cloths covering his bodies’ privates. with little he could do right now, and the chills curdling the small amount of food in his stomach, Sorbithor decided to curl back up and try to get some sleep. He would try to sort out why and where he was he in the morning, assuming he made the night.

Hey guys, M here. After playing an RPG with one character for ages, I decided to write down the stories they had experienced. Give some insight into what happened with them and develop their personality. Anyway thanks.