Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141115154304/@comment-32420582-20141117000259

The morning light hit Arthan he it felt like a warm embrace from his mother that he got when he was a child, he had no idea where anyone was, he was alone, he guessed he would begin hunting down anyone who dared be a criminal. Arthan saw the ground littered with corpses, he turned back his arm and ribs better, the blood everywhere sent blows to his mental state, what had caused this he wondered, he wanted to kill everyone who did this or knew about this before it happened. He got of the fort area and stared across the land, he began walking toward Whiterun hold, it was the only place he thought of. He began walking there with greatsword his back, his armor on him and his spells to protect him, he saw a few bandits holding up some citizens, it enraged him. Arthan stormed over and formed lightning in his hands he shot it at the lower bandits, frying them, there was only one left and that was the leader, Arthan shot lightning bolts at his legs, rendering them useless, he then shot their head off with a fireball, the citizens screamed in fright then ran away, Arthan continued walking on. He was alone, the only one that he knew survived, he prayed to the gods that some of the others survived that mess.