Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-24530992-20150516171625

Damien crouched next to a small hare, where a crossbow bolt was protruding from the opposite side of it's skull. He grabbed the shaft and yanked it out, careful not to damage the point. He was lucky that the surrounding terrain near the Imperial City had brought him good game, otherwise he would be completely dry on money. He stuffed his pile of dead game into his bag, then retreating back to the city. His return, however, was not quite expected. He saw what looked like mindless drones- only they were real people- marching through the forests, entrails hanging from their guts. There were only three of them, and he got lucky. But what he saw was not normal.

What in Oblivion... he thought to himself, loading another bolt into the chamber. He fired straight for one's head, and with a sickening crack, the arrow struck through the skull with ease. The remaining two spun around to face him, and began to start for him at a slow, but progressive pace. As they neared, he shot another in the chest, but it seemed to have no effect. Damien muttered a curse to himself, before acting quickly as it was only a mere few feet away. He used the butt of his crossbow to bash it's head, continuing to do so until it was a nice, bloody mess. The last one barely got to Damien, before he had lodged his dagger into it's skull in a matter of seconds.

"This ain't normal... Gods, those people were dead..." He muttered, before beginning to sprint to a clearing in the forest, heading back for the city.