Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-24510587-20160211153307

Dunistair gasped as he woke up. His head hurt as if it had been cleaved in two with a blunt poleaxe. His vision was blurry. He blinked a couple of times, and as his sight became clear again, it became apparent that he was lying on his back, staring at the sky.

He sat up and looked around him. He was lying in the middle of a pile of corpses. He slowly clambered off the heap of rotting bodies. As he did so, one of the bodies slid away from under his feet, crumbling apart as it did. Dunistair fell and landed next to the severed head of a Dunmer. A maggot squiggled inside the eye socket. The Breton gagged and stood up, looking around him to orientate himself.