Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160908114616/@comment-5583506-20160910015948

"Please, just shut up..."

"Did you say something, Urgok?"

The Orc clutched to his forehead, groaning as if in pain. "No, I... Nevermind."

"Fine, but remember that there is a trade caravan heading out from Chorrol any moment now. Wouldn't want to miss that raid, do we?"

"No", murmured the Orc as he mumbled something incoherent.

The Imperial bandit leader observed his gang member with some scepticism. "Good. Why don't you tell Falyon and Alleras to get their asses moving? Those carts ain't gonna raid themselves."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." The Orc waved his hand in a gesture of dismissal. His head ached and he just wanted to be alone.

''Sure... Whatever you say, boss... ''shrugged a voice inside his head.

He couldn't quite tell whether these thoughts were his own, whether he was hallucinating or if he was starting to get sick. All he remembered was that the voice had started to appear the day after he had slain a hunter in the forest. The woman had appeared to have been stark raving mad, claiming that she heard someone speak to her. Fearful of madmen he had buried an axe into her forehead to prevent her from doing anything drastical. She was carrying some worthless stuff with the exception of a pretty pendant which he imagined would fetch a nice price with a fence. Ever since the encounter with her the voice had somehow jumped over to him.

"Bitch must have been infected by something or someone", he speculated quietly to himself as he observed the pendant he wore in a mirror. He was vain. That was his major flaw. He wanted to look his best, even when killing innocents.

''Or maybe she was just trying to warn you of me? Heh...''

Urgok flinched and looked around inside the worn down tower ruin, expecting a ghost to appear behind his back, yet there was nothing there. He clutched his hands on both sides of his head and drew for breath. He couldn't put up with all these scares anymore. He needed help. Once this raid was done, he would seek counsel from a healer or a mage, depending on the situation, and get himself a cure.

He rose up from the wooden chair and grabbed his axe, joining the other gang members as they headed out to ambush the caravan.