Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150612153403

Hilda trudged along through the murky forest at nighttime, rather alert and cautious. Night wasn't safe. Never was. In Cyrodiil draugrs in the forests weren't that common, it seemed. Skyrim was much worse, unfortunately.

She missed the white snow of the highest mountains of Tamriel, the brown and gold autumn weather in the Rift and even the Dwemer architecture of that old city called Markarth. But, as fate would have it, she had nothing to look for in the snowy province.

What had been taken from her not so long ago, she would take from someone else. Axel Darian, even in death, will see his whole family dead at her hand. Her first target was going to be the mercenary he had occasionally heard of, which was also a Darian belonging to that damned bloodline.

She had pondered over what she was doing was right, but her desire for vengeance and the memories of what Axel Darian had done to her family when the Empire had conquered Skyrim were.. unforgettable, and had to be repayed in blood.

She had no idea of how her target would look, but she would find him - eventually. After all, she wasn't in a hurry. She had all the time of the world.

Her horse suddenly stopped at the sight of a lone draugr that slowly limped its way to the duo over the dark and lonely road, growling menacingly while doing so. There were no other draugr in the vicinity. It had probably strayed too far away of its lonley tomb and ended up here.

Hilda reached into her cloak, drawing a large akaviri katana. As soon as the draugr wanted to sink its teeth in the horse or herself, Hilda quickly thrusted his sword in the draugr's head. The draugr fell silent, as it slowly fell back and landed with a small thud on the ground.

Hilda looked at the thick black substance that dripped off of the blade of the kitana. The sword had not been dulled yet - and probably wouldn't in a long time.

She sheathed her sword again, before continueing on her way to Cheydinhal. The stables should be close by now, if her sense of direction and time were correct.

She would have to rest somewhere for the night if she wanted to get to Bruma. She had heard rumors of mercenaries gathering there under the leadership of someone who wanted to have the best mercenary to do an important job.

Many mercenaries had set out to Bruma then, and perhaps her target would be there as well to compete.

She had encountered a few on the way, although none were her target. She did keep out an eye nonetheless, encountering some people who she found oddly suspicious.