Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-26103034-20160210202543

The body of a young Nord shifted a bit on the top of a pile, before rolling down the heap to stop at another pile. From underneath, a Redguard scrambled out, caked in mud and old blood. He was breathing heavily, struggling to keep himself from throwing up. He had short hair, recently shaved, and a small beard with dark skin and yellow eyes. He stepped out onto the earth, wincing as he did so, and reaching back to feel his back.

The man gasped in pain as his fingers nudged a broken arrow shaft, still lodged just past his shoulder blade. Gritting his teeth, he put a dagger to the arrow. Biting his toungue to stop him crying out in pain, he  dug it out along with a small chunk of his flesh. It fell to the ground as he spat out the blood, rotating his shoulder and trying to ignore the burning pain.

He looked round, examining his surroundings, and his eyes fell upon the Nord.

I fail to die while failing to save...

The warrior grabbed his spear, pulling it out from the ground and slinging it onto his back, gasping again at the pain as he moved his left arm. Taking a last look at the surroundings, Jawan Hiver started walking in the direction of the forest.

As he walked, one thought finally entered his head.

''I'm an undead. I'm a monster.''