Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20150619152554/@comment-25038310-20150708174734

"What.. do you want?!" Randell (or Randall, doesn't fricking matter!) asked, holding a hand on his abdomen as he looked down at the corpse of the strange entity. The arms were the first to disentigrate in black smoke, and the ground below it was starting to turn into some kind of corrosive, black substance.

He had been heavily wounded, and he was panting while he waited for a reply. The woman in black looked up, and devilishly grinned as some crows flew up in the sky somewhere off in the distance. An omen of bad luck.

"'''Ofcourse, surely, most likely, you must know. I, am here. I am that little thing in you mind. I can tread here, and in that nocturnal haven that you call your mind. I'm your nightmare and the very essence of your guilt. Your shame. Your curiousity. All of your negative aspects." 'The ''woman replied, her voice muffled by her obscure mask. She looked up at the sky at some of the ravens that flew over her and her opponent.

As the woman chanted her last curse and stated her last statement, her melted down body eventually dissapeared into the black and gray earth from whence it came, leaving the knight alone. Bystanders had seen some portions of the epic and climatic battle.

Although the crow knight had slayed his enemy, he knew it was only a temporary victory. The whole battle was but a minor setback for him, and due to it, the creature that had hunted him down had gained more experience. It would return back and challenge him again, this time armed with more knowledge about how to beat him and how to properly exploit his weaknesses.

The knight sighed ,as he headed to Dawnstar. The battle had taken place in some kind of clearing close to the forest, right behind the inn where some curious bastards had watched him. No doubt people would start asking him about the encounter with the spectre, or tell obscure tales of what had happened against others close to them.

He headed to the inn close to the centre of town, sheathing his bound sword as he walked further with a slight limp. He looked around, and noticed that some people were looking at him. Some had heard of what had happened already - others had seen it for themselves and then you had the third group that wondered why a knight was so heavily wounded and what he had fought against.

He ignored these people as they stared at him from the corners of their eyes.