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[mastahcheese]

You begin to speak.

"Altmer, you should stop polishing that glass spear so much. You might go blind."

+1

[Gamerlord]

You begin to speak.

"Altmer, you should stop polishing that glass spear so much. You might go blind."

+1

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[Scionox]

You begin to speak.

"Altmer, you should stop polishing that glass spear so much. You might go blind."

+1

+1

+1

[Ross Vernal]

You begin to speak.

"Altmer, you should stop polishing that glass spear so much. You might go blind."

+1

+1

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[Jembot]

You begin to speak.

"Altmer, you should stop polishing that glass spear so much. You might go blind."

+1

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[Gotdamnmiracle]

I like this.

[Remalle]

You begin to speak.

"Altmer, you should stop polishing that glass spear so much. You might go blind."

+1

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Spoiler: Words from the GM (click to show/hide)

Sorry for the wait.  I had to sleep 'n' such.

"Altmer, you should stop polishing that glass spear so much.  You might go blind."
Unexpectedly, the elf grins for a brief moment before crossing the room to stand in front of you.  You stiffen as he extends an arm towards you, but he reaches behind you and detaches your manacles from the wall.
"I have no grudge against you, sload.  You'll be more comfortable in a cell, I wager, than chained up here."
He lets you out of the room and down a wide set of stairs, hands relaxed but ready on his spear as he walks behind you.  The chains on your legs make it difficult to move around, but you manage a sort of slow half-shuffle, half-slither that takes you slowly forward.  The corridors seem relatively empty, and when you peek inside one room as you pass you spot several guards asleep in their beds.
After about five minutes you reach the cell block.  The guard takes you past a few imprisoned men, beastfolk and even mer before stopping in front of an empty cell near the middle of the block.  He fiddles with his key ring for a moment before opening the door, pushing you inside, unlocking your restraints and closing the door behind you.
"I'll be back for you when it comes time for your next session with the old- with the interrogator.  Don't try anything."
What now?

Spoiler: Prisoner (click to show/hide)

Jubba the Sload
Novice Necromancer

Skills:
Apprentice Conjuration
Novice Alchemy
Novice Destruction
Novice Enchanting
Novice One-Handed

Spells:
Bound Sword
Candlelight
Clairvoyance
Conjure Familiar
Healing
Raise Zombie
Sparks

[Harry Baldman]

Cautiously examine the cell. This one and the next few. Does it look like there are any soon-to-be-dead people or already-dead ones in them?

[Mrnocamera]

Cautiously examine the cell. This one and the next few. Does it look like there are any soon-to-be-dead people or already-dead ones in them?

+1

Also, posting to follow.

Also:  Look at the door, is there any way to break the lock or otherwise escape?

[Xantalos]

Cautiously examine the cell. This one and the next few. Does it look like there are any soon-to-be-dead people or already-dead ones in them?

+yeah

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

+1 to both previous. Finally, use healing on yourself

[Ozarck]

Make a mental note to get yourself a hat. Jubba the hatted sload needs his hat. For science.

Reflect upon the events which brought us to this state of incarceration.
Pay particular attention to our ... experiment.
Determine likely outcomes of answering the interrogator honestly.
Make a mental note as to the general attitude of the elf with the spear.
Do not heal self, unless Jubba is injured.

[Remalle]

Cautiously examine the cell. This one and the next few. Does it look like there are any soon-to-be-dead people or already-dead ones in them?

+1

Also, posting to follow.

Also:  Look at the door, is there any way to break the lock or otherwise escape?

[10] As soon as the guard is out of sight you begin examining your cell.  It's small, cramped in fact, barely large enough for you to move around in.  Since the walls are made of solid stone you can't see what's in the cells beside you.  In the cell across from you, a ragged male nord is watching you, expressionless, any trace of curiousity burned away with long hours of torture.
The lock is... well, you have next to no lockpicking ability, so you have no idea whether you could get it open that way even if you had a lockpick, but it might be rusted enough that you could break it.  It would take some time and effort, though, and you'd probably attract unwanted attention with the noise.
With a sigh, you turn your attention back to the rest of your cell.  The only things in here are an empty bucket and a few pathetic pieces of hay in the corner.  Running your hands over the stone walls you discover a loose stone, which you pry away; behind it you find a couple of bone shards, crudely whittled into a lockpick and a small shiv.  You take them and replace the stone.

Lockpick and Shiv added to Inventory.

+1 to both previous. Finally, use healing on yourself

[15-2] Now there's something you know you can do.  With a little concentration and a slight mental push you summon a ball of restoration magic in your hand.  Almost instinctively you tap into your stored magicka and push a steady stream of magical energy into the Healing spell, which responds instantly by engulfing your body in a warm glow.  In less than a minute your bruises, cuts and burns have become little more than aching memories, a few faint scars the only evidence they ever existed.

Restoration level increased to Novice.

Spoiler: Words from the GM (click to show/hide)

Hello.  Thanks for opening this spoiler, but I don't have anything to say.

Spoiler: Prisoner (click to show/hide)

Jubba the Sload
Novice Necromancer
Health: Healthy
Magicka: Moderately Fatigued
Stamina: Robust

Inventory:
Lockpick x1
Small bone shiv

Skills:
Apprentice Conjuration
Novice Alchemy
Novice Destruction
Novice Enchanting
Novice One-Handed
Novice Restoration

Spells:
Bound Sword
Candlelight
Clairvoyance
Conjure Familiar
Healing
Raise Zombie
Sparks

[Mrnocamera]

Attempt to pick the lock, and if that fails, try and hide somewhere with the shiv ready, or just hide the shiv and wait for someone to come and drag you off.

[Ozarck]

We'd look pretty silly, standing in the bucket, holding the hay, and pretending to be a potted plant.
-1 attemted hiding.

if reflecting upon our previous course yields no results, and we have decided against diplomacy, consider what using our necromantic skill on the bone shards might accomplish. At least we might get a comical familiar out of the attempt.