Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150722184854/@comment-24736819-20150730045143

(Y'all madafakas need Cheesus! You naughty dogs!)

Upon the first ray of sunlight hitting the cold city of Bravil, Viktor woke feeling well rested for the first time in days.

He got up from the bed and stretched his muscles and taking a deep breath. He felt the cold morning breeze invading his room and meeting his naked torso.

"Ahh, what a nice morning...", he approached the open window of his room and looked outside, realizing that the streets were still empty and he should be the first one to awake in that small city of Cyrodiil....but suddenly, it hit him! He hadn't opened the window the night before!

The breton coroner quickly turned around, analyzing thoroughly his room.

"Nothing's out of place...", he told himself in a attempt to calm his nerves. He decided that his mind should be playing tricks on him and he did opened the window last night, so he got dressed and gathered his stuff. When he went to check on mr. Cordius' liver, which he had been studying all night long, he finally saw what happened...

"Fuck no!", he let out loudly. Loudly indeed.