Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190221011452/@comment-25828117-20190222015704

Graicus had decided to take a walk in the woods.

The morning was still new and the soft sunlight was beautifully caught by the dew and mist of gold, giving the place an atmosphere as if it were all a haze.

The gladiator didn't really know where he was anymore. There were just trees all around him and no markers that could've told him which way he might have come. He was deep in some untouched forest. Man or Mer hadn't been here for eras, perhaps never even, that was just how untouched it appeared.

It didn't really bother Graicus. He was surprised to find himself sort of at peace here. Even if he was being watched.

The white stag.

Graicus saw it looking at him from afar. As he walked, trees sometimes blocked the line of sight with the animal and it appeared and disappeared as if it weren't continuously present in the same space.

"Wait..." Graicus finally called out. Not feeling at all strange for trying to communicate with the creature.

The deer started to run and the gladiator initiated the pursuit.

The hunt had begun.

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Graicus woke up to feel the dew on his clothes and the sunlight of the morning peering through the leaves of the evergreen forest on the border of Haafingar and The Reach, to gracefully shine down upon him.

He moved his fingers when he realised they were holding on to something.

The spear.

He had fallen asleep holding Hircine's Spear.