Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150105092050/@comment-16669347-20150105125354

Hyathil looked around trying to remember were he was. ''Skyrim. ''He remembered. He looked up and saw a hawk. A second later he was looking through it's eyes. To the north he could see...what was it? His memory was messed up. Whiterun, that was it. He saw Whiterun. He took off and ran to the city, stopping when he was getting near it so that no one knew what he was.

He went into a tavern and sat near the tavernkeep. "Hey, what year is it?" He asked.

"What? Hit your head or something?" She asked. "Four E two nineteen."

"Damn. Forty six years?" He quietly asked himself. "Who won the Great War?"

"Wow, you really did hit your head. Which one?" She asked before walking away.

Hyathil leaned back in his chair. ''Damn, I wish I could kill that hunter twice for this. Forty six years?! Bastard!''