Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-24438639-20150914232647

Cain was somewhere in the border betewn Skyrim and Morrowind, in his hands were the ingridients to his antidote, his eyes flashed red as he dissapeared into his realm, his amulute falling on the roads.

In his dimension Cain grabbed the Alchemical equipment and began brewing his antidote, doing it quickly he took the vile tasting cure to his ailment before he fell unto the floor, bags underneath his eyes as he fell into a sleep. His dimension cracking as another portal apeared and his Hund walked in and layed next to his master, Cain smiled in his sleep as the warmth from his companion filled the otherwise dead dimension.