Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150112130316/@comment-25418438-20150116110306

His mind raced back and forth in the darkness of his would be tomb, Curse my Vampirism he thought Azura has thrice cursed me, how I will envy driving my fist through her heart. Scratching at the stone that encased him, his mind drifted back to happier days of old when he was free and pure.

There stood a Bronze skinned man in Black Daedric Armor on a field of red stones and dust, he fought alongside his comrades bearing the standard of the Great House Indoril against an army of Gold plated Warriors.

"For the Hortator, For the Chimer, For Morrowind" The man cried out as he decapitated one of the gold armored men and proceeded to dual another.

He matched blows of his opponents mace with parries from his twin daedric swords, when he miss-timed a swing and found his enemy's mace buried in the side of his cheek.

"Galenmar" He heard his name called out as he crumpled to the ground, tasting his own blood as well as the dirt beneath him.

The shock of recollecting the mace blow was enough to shake Galenmar back to reality.

"Someone release me from this eternal hell!" Galenmar shrieked repeatedly into the darkness of his would be tomb.