Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20151221214753/@comment-10197675-20151224213737

(Yeah Merry Christmas guys.)

The Nord had landed hard on his back upon a frost grass bed surrounded by shrivelled bushes and leafless trees. He lay silent as snow gradually gathered upon his cold metal armour, he was not sure if had broken a bone, he hoped he hadn't, but for the time being the Nord just lay there for the reason of rest, for the reason of defeat. Varlgon wanted to concede to this bitter life, he could not see hope, he could not see joy nor tranquillity within this world in which he laboured. However, for one to tread away from a path they have not finished walking upon yet would be a foolish decision, therefore the Nord attempted to pull himself up, but in his attempt he felt a sharp pain in his back, forth he instantly fell back down. And the Nord unleashed a scream of agony, "ARGH!", as the pain started rushing from within his back.

And for no other pure reason, other than that of faith, he called out because he needed help.

"Help!" The Nord yelled, knowing that the chances of anyone actually hearing his shouts were extremely slim. He saw that only the divines could help him now.