Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-32420582-20170108031108

Cuthul let out a hiss as he scratched the ravings onto his scales, he'd have to transfer the words to a journal or parchment later; as damaging his scales this much was going to likely induce a shed. He wiped away a few dribbles of blood, wincing that he'd managed to draw blood before glancing at the cell door.

''Perhaps it's a blood-sealed door. ''He thought, approaching the door and looking at it's structure and any sign of something to indicate what type of enchantments were on it.

"Hey, Cuthul, why are you bleeding?" Vaynnelea called over to him, staring at him quizzically, wondering if he had lost his mind.

"I copied the carvings, there might be something of use." He answered, watching as the dunmer facepalmed and dragged her hand down her face in response.

"So, you copied the words of a madman onto your scales, which has drawn blood?" She asked in an exasperated manner.

"That's an accurate description of what I did, yes." He answered. "However, I found something which drew my attention, the words 'Tovus, Doomsday', I believe it may be something important, possibly." He explained, trying to justify what he did.

"For the love of Mara, Cuth, you are an idiot." Arkfnir called out.

"Says the one who bloodied his hands for no reasoning, you primitive brute." Cuthul shot back as he continued to examine the door to his cell.