Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27152625-20151209011607/@comment-9075949-20151210221232

(Hah)

Kyzark wakes up under a rocky formation. He looks up in the sky, and sees the same sight he saw for the last...what was it? Year? Five? He's not sure. He gathers up some Bloodgrass, which was his primary food source for quite the time now. It tastes like grass covered in the metallic taste of blood. Name suits the taste. Despite the fact he doesn't need to eat at all, he still does it. Probably just force of habit. He starts wandering around Coldharbour, when he suddenly notices some fighting in the distance. Might be another soul, might just be power struggles between Dremora's. He decides to check it out. As he apporaches, he sees a man fighting off a Dremora. Kyzark decides to help the man. He conjures a sword and attacks the Dremora in the back.