Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20151031193522/@comment-5583506-20151031225927

Myling just side-glanced at the people around her. They all seemed to know each other in one morbid way or another, and here she was, knowing no one and no one knowing her. She was completely out of place, but she wouldn't stop at nothing to get back to where she truly belonged.

''The unlife of Nirn... It doesn't really seem that bad now when I think about it...''

It didn't matter whether these people were strangers or not. She had lived centuries as a stranger among a people whom she had believed had been just like her, when in fact she was the one who didn't fit in. The same thing seemed to go here as well. These men and women were pure mortals, and she was an undead... although she disliked the term...

She didn't want to be compared to a walking and talking, rotting corpse. She had died once when she was alive. Then she had come back, only that she wasn't really herself. Each time she died after that very first time, she always kept coming back. She had been hung, torn apart, decapitated, poisoned, drowned, beaten, cut, impaled, drawn-and-quartered, shot, burned, frozen... The list was endless. And each time it hurt, even moreso than the last time. She died, and then a few moments afterwards she came back. Wounds closed and everything.

''Guess I will have to go by trial and error to see if I can sort this whole ordeal out in order to leave this accursed realm. But as for now, I will regard these people as potential threats... For all I know they could very well have been those that brought me here...''