Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150327015504/@comment-13615389-20150404012610

Not long afterwards, Blaine had almost entirely butchered the deer, biting into one of the salted venison chops he'd quickly prepared. It wasn't exactly gourmet, but compared to what he was used to eating, it might as well have been.

Having regained his strength after his meal, Blaine ventured down towards one of the rivers near Weathleah, washing his face of all the grime and dirt that had accumulated upon it in his weeks of neglect. He stared down at his reflection in the water, not at all pleased with what he had become. Blaine reached into the satchel at his side, sifting through it for a moment before withdrawing a short razor. He put the razor up to his sideburns, and guided himself via his reflection in the water, carefully shaving off the large beard he'd recently grown. Once he was finished, he splashed some more of the river water back onto his face, and withdrew a small band from his bag, using it to his hair back into a small pony-tail. Satisfied with how nicely he had cleaned himself up, Blaine stood up from his spot and made his way North, towards Chorrol. He'd heard of Holocaust, the loaner. He couldn't kill a legendary on his own, but perhaps with the power that he could recieve from Holocaust, he could.