Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-5583506-20150523001801

From the main road leading north Hassiri had a pretty decent view overlooking the Imperial City. Following the tracks left by the bandits, he managed to find the encampment they had been talking about.

The tents were a mess and would take some time setting up, but they were nevertheless in a good condition. He could easily take one of them down for carrying. It could serve him well in his travels to get... to his destination.

On the ground there was the body of a Redguard. Presumably the bandit leader the two elves had been talking about. His eyes were blank and his skin was milky pale. His teeth were exposed out of the gum as if he had evolved to something which would be able to simply devour anything by taking a big chunk out of it.

He sat down next to the fireplace. He figured it would be best to rest up there for a while before he kept moving. Cyrodiil was obviously no longer a place for him to visit.

As soon as he sat down he heard a gargling noise behind him. The Redguard... He moved... Despite the fact that the signs on his body indicated that he had been dead for the past two or three hours, he was moving... and he made a noise...

The Redguard tried to reach out for him, but the Khajiit easily sidestepped, slashing the Redguards head clear off with one sweep of the long dagger. He then turned the body around on its back. The stab wounds the elves had given the dead was more than enough evidence to support that this man would have been dead a few minutes after they had left... if not even before their encounter...

This doesn't make any sense... he reflected. How can someone who should clearly be dead move around like that?

He made a decision to quickly pack down the tent, this was no place for resting after all. He just had to keep going...