Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160422185459

Richard looked over his shoulder at the altmer, shrugging.

"Morgastyr?" He repeated. "Morgastyr.. Why, I must say it's something or someone I have heard of, long ago, as if in a dream I cannot recall anymore. Awfully strange.

But Ghastly Simon had multiple companions. Poor fellow. It was some time ago when we tried to kill the cleric. Spurred on by the thought of glory, a cure, an honorable death. Jovial and uplifting we were, yet after witnessing gruesome horrors, and dying over and over again..

It boggles the mind -- like a small devil in your head digging away at your sanity with a rusty pickaxe, but we kept coming back. Not out of boredom, mind you. We as Undead.. we had nothing else to do. We were born for one purpose, and without that, brazenly wandering around this province? No thank you.

Ghastly Simon wasn't all that Ghastly. He wanted to be, but since he took such an interest in becoming a force to be reckoned we called him Ghastly Simon, a nickname that he would even carve in his own weapons.

We failed, again and again, after different approaches. There was no help for us. Suicide, to be honest - yet we refused to die.

My companion lost hope. It was the last straw for him. He took to tranquil silence and solitude in the woodland. Simon's days were counted, and he became hollow. Me? I pursued one of the immortals in these blasted hills, but I'm afraid he has left for Skyrim and will only return after some time.

In the meanwhile, I can do this, I s'pose." Richard said, a silent chuckle rolling over his lips before it ended in a sigh.