About
Salutations my friends, I am Prince ZOD Raven, a Dark Elf. I was born in a castle and was raised to be king, henceforth my name being ‘prince’. The kingdom that my parents ruled over was large and powerful. The kingdom all together was divided into two sections. The North and the South. Our kingdom was in the South and were allies with the North, until they betrayed us. To this day the South has not figured out why the north betrayed us or how.I was captured from my castles quarters and was made a prisoner of war. The North tortured me and abused me. I could do nothing to help myself or the other prisoners who were my best friends. I watched them die as my punishment. All through the time I have not found out why I must be punished. Or was this just there way of having fun?
I only prayed to see the sunlight every day within my cell for it was dark. The only light that ever shows up is the light from the guards walking by with their candles or when there was actually a good day outside and light penetrated the walls that were crumbling. My cell mate went mad without the light and grabbed one of the guards as he passed by and killed him but to his loss the candle was blown out. That guard didn’t have the keys to the cell so our escape, was in vane. After the guard was killed, two more men ran in and opened the cell and killed my cell mate in front of me. His blood was splattered on me and staining my clothes and my heart. They shot my arm for not stopping my cell mate form killing the guard, even when I was chained to the wall…
I only wanted to be free. I could not stand this sight of death anymore… and I was powerless to the guards.
I was sure that the South kingdom was already thinking of a new king in my place. I assume they had thought I died. But one day, I heard a raven enter the room. He spoke to me and I spoke to him and he told the south that I was still alive. He came back a few days later and wished to stay with me.
Since then this particularly raven has been my best friend and has stayed with me for the several years I have been captive.
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There is where we will continue the RP.
As she opened her eyes she found her vison blurry and that she could hear distant cheering, She tried to move but she was held in her spot and soon the hazyness diappeared and she found herself sitting on a throne looking forward towards the center of an areana, there she saw Zale as Nexol had just spoke. "Why...please...." She spoke and she tried pulling against the restraint on her. "Zod!" She shouted loudly.
Filling the stadium was a large number of ISSP members and were all cheering and yelling at Zale. If he would look up to the throne area, he would find Valent sitting upon one of the thrones. Sitting beside her in a different throne was Nexol in bandages from the waist up to his neck. His hair was now long black; his face had the broken mask coving half of his face.
A few minuets later Nexol appeared beside Zod and picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. "Now it's off to the ceremony." Nexol knew Zod would still be unconscious but spoke anyways. "Yes Zod, this is your final day alive. Prepare yourself, you will be unborn soon and will never have existed a day in your pathetic kingdom." Nexol trudged on with over his shoulder.