Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150928152355/@comment-25481762-20151011160111

Arkuna is siting in a tree chowing down on a sweetroll when she she's the Nord fighting bandits. One bandit passes under her tree to try and join the fight. Arkuna leaps down, the noise startling the bandit she turns. Arkuna kicks him in the center of her chest. She falls backward. Arkuna pulls her sword out of the sheath amd swiftly stabs her hand. She screams in agony a lony, shrill wail. "Pleease! No No!No!" she screams tears srteaming down her face as she sees her own life flash before her, what scares her most is that there is nothing worth remembering. ''Is this the end of me? Dominitia? ''Her inner ramblings are somewhat interuppted when the sun shine in her eyes. Arkuna raises her sword... and flips it around hitting her in the temple with a resounding crack Dominitia slumps to the ground motionless but still breathing. Arkuna roughly flips her over and pulls a long cord made in Nocturnal's realm itself. The cord can permanently bind anyone who is tied by it. She wraps it around her arms binding them together tightly the rope drawing blood. She yanks her up and throws her into a tree into a sitting position and runs toward the Nord intent on helping.