Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150105092050/@comment-16669347-20150105122719

Hyathil could hear voices outside his coffin. He woke but still couldn't open his eyes yet. He focused his hearing to listen in on them.

".... in a hundred years." One said.

"Not that long ago, but yeah it's old.." Another said. The voices got closer. "Hey." The second one said. Hyathil heard grunting and straining and the coffin lid was pulled off. "Hey, come look at this. Looks like a draugr almost but different, more recent, i guess?"

"He-help me." Hyathil whispered. The man jumped.

"You're alive?" He asked in fear. "What are you?"

"Human, but a witch trapped me." Hyathil lied. "My throat hurts, need water." The man reluctantly pulled a flask and put it close to Hyathil. Hyathil drunk a bit while he tried to mmove his arms. The man was about to pull the flask away when Hyathil grabbed his arm and pulled it closer. He bit the man and began feeding on him.

The man's friend ran but Hyathil cauht up to and killed him as well. When it was done he wiped his mouth. "Sorry, but I was starving after all those years." He said. He made sure his ring was on and walked out of the cave.