Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150325215538/@comment-24942837-20150328130457

Emeric was thrown violently onto the table beside him, lying fairly still. He was too weak to fight back. He watched as Arrie fought, and killed the massive giant. He also saw that the corpse had got up and left, and he was here, left to die.

Emeric held a blank expression, his chest barely moving up and down. He never thought he'd die like this. The Nord chuckled.

This is the second inn we've managed to burn down, The Vigilant thought to himself. Too bad no one's here to save me though. He feebly grasped the end of the table. That was about all he could manage. He saw the burning rubble drop all around him, giving him less and less room to see the doorway where Arrie escaped. It pained him to be able to watch his one chance at survival slowly fade away, like ash in the air.

Which was all Emeric was to become. Ash and dust, without a funeral. He was a stranger here, and he would have no one to mourn him.

He shed a single tear, but it was inhaled by the inferno raging around him. He closed his eyes sadly. To Sovngarde...

(So sad. What is Emeric gonna do? ;_;)