The Journal of Babette Thorne Unbound part 1
Posted March 26, 2013
The guards did not forget about me as I feared. Late last nite, just after I layed my head down my cell door creaked open. Two guards stepped into my dimly lit cell and stood over me. "It is time." the guard spoke with a thick accent (Nord?). I pulled away, his cold metal gauntlet reaching out ...
Posted March 21, 2013
It has been three days since I have seen another living soul. Three days since I last ate. My body yearns for any type of morsel, stale or fresh. I fear the soliders who have arrested have either forgtten or simply do not care. In either case I have been foresaken..... My only companion is the cel...