Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20150127125622/@comment-32420582-20150130021811

Outside of Winterhold...

Everything seemed peaceful, the snow was like it always was, but suddenly a figure sat up gasping for air while holding his throat. He remained like that for a few minutes, he had his eyes closed but he then opened them. He looked around bewildered, "Where am I?" he asked himself in his deep yet gruff voice, his accent wasn't of any known one. "Where is the giant freaky lizard and two weird ass cats?" he asked himself as he looked around, he looked at his hand and saw black armor on it causing him to stare at it wide eyed.

The stranger got up then asked himself "Alright, what is my name...

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It is... Uh... Ataash Astaarit, I think." Ataash shook his hand and took off his gauntlets, he stared at his hands, they were... greenish gray. He yelled "What the shit!?!" in surpise, he put the gauntlet on then got up, he looked around and saw a sword and helmet lying around. He slowly walked toward them, he picked up the helmet then put it on, he grabbed the sword with it's sheathe next. He strapped it onto his back then unsheathed the greatsword and gave it a few test swings with both hands, he grunted in approval, he then headed off to Winterhold, which he saw before. Maybe I can get some answers there? he thought to himself.

As he neared Winterhold he noticed he was way taller then the Nords, he headed toward the inn, he was bigger then the door which made him frown. He bowed his head so he could get into the building, once he did he shut the door behind him then looked up.