Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9075949-20170520232335/@comment-17114085-20170522190623

Urik pulled his hood down over his brow. He was nearing Riverwood, he could see the village gates ahead. He had travelled from Falkreath Hold, where he had just recently left a group a few days ago.

Left was not the right term though, as Urik had killed the two people that had been his companions for the last few weeks. The couple had finally dropped their guard one night, leaving Urik to keep watch in their camp. That was when he struck, killing the man and feasting on the woman.

That had fed his bloodlust, but soon enough he'd be hungry again so he'd need to find another group to join.

As he walked through the gates of the village he reached over to the hilt of his sword. "The place looks deserted...just my luck."