Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150321160853/@comment-10197675-20150321164509

Nelnorm gradually opened his eyes feeling rather warm, a bit too warm for his liking, also he felt pain… a lot of pain. The Nord could not move. He was also blinded by darkness, the only thing he could make out was the textures of a stone slab upon his face, and all he could remember from the night before was simply nodding off, whilst listening to the graceful tunes the bard had for offer. However now he found himself blindly lying down upon the ground in a pile of what seemed to be burning rubble. Nelnorm tried to move any of, but all of his limbs as he attempted to break free of this problem that seemed to be occurring, but it was not working the rubble was too much. The Nord could feel blood upon his face, as the slab grinded down it, his arms seemed to be crushed and his legs were being charred.

Nelnorm exclaimed in frustration, “Ah…. crap, I knew that coming back to this inn would be a bad idea, especially after seeing all that rat piss going into the mead.”

The Nord then heard voices above him, out of the rubble, but just as he opened his mouth to plee for aid…

His insides ruptured as an unbelievably heavy amount of weight forced down upon his chest. Nelnorm then gasped as blood seeped out from under his armour, unfortunately meaning that his downfall had unexpectedly come… Nelnorm was dead. (A character only lasting one RP, that’s a first for me!).