Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-24736819-20161230040352

(As Harry said, DB, it was the same halfgod...his power is being cursed to die and resurrect several times, so I'll keep killing him XD)

"You did good by warning me, bard.", the old woman smiled, although Carden knew that smile was forced and clearly given unwillingly.

"Well, we had a deal and you won't be able to fulfill your part if you end up dead...", Carden fiddled the strings of his lute, seemingly attempting to annoy his companions which consisted of Clarisse and two huge hired thugs.

It was sheer luck that made the bard arrive before the Sins could lay destruction upon the city and the fact that he went straight to Clarisse was not overlooked by the old lady. Now, safely away from Whiterun and heading straight towards Solitude where the mob boss had a large influence and powerful friends as she enjoyed pointing out.

Carden sighed.

Being stuck inside a filthy carriage alongside two horridly muscular individuals and their moody boss wasn't his idea for a fun travel. He looked outside and sighed once again, thinking about the peasants and Mund, wondering if Riverwood was already a city again or if the workers managed to snap out of his curse before finishing it. Truth be told, he didn't put much thought into the curse and that made it weaker than it should.

"Worry not, Bard. Soon enough we'll reach an interesting spot...", the old woman smirked, forcing a chill run down Carden's spine.

What did she meant by that?, he thought.

Bouros' lifeless body, burned to a crisp leaving a huge and horrid corpse amongst the rubles of what once was Hawksreach. His mind drifted away and his memories faded as his hunger grew, making his stomach grumble.

It was loud, but quite subtle in comparison to the surrounding ambiance. Slowly, but steadily, life was once again given to Bouros' cells...