Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150502144902/@comment-27783182-20150502182853

(There we go :3)

The gates of the Imperial City open as many nobles, Imperial Guards, servants and civilians walk by, behind and in front of a large coffin carried by a bunch of Khajiits and Redguards, with the Mane himself in front of all.

"People of Cyrodiil. Today is a sad day. My right-handed man, whose done many things in his life, J'dharjo Khavari, has fallen." The Mane spoke.

Behind him, many people mourned and other civilians followed.

"J'dharjo was a good man. Due to insanity, he has committed suicide, and found buried in a cave of the Alik'r Desert."

The 'parade' went right by the smith and the maiden.

Many times, sand has fallen out of the coffin, and once, a bright, special bit of sand fell right beside the maiden, along with some rags.

After a while, the Khajiit's corpse had been buried, and the funeral and mourning was over. All that was left was the special bit of sand beside the maiden.

Suddenly, the sand started to glow. It multiplied until it formed an ectoplasm-like form. It made the form of a Khajiit ghost, with a strange attire and weapons. It stretched and looked around, yawning.

"Well, what did I mi- OH GOD WHAT HAPPENED?!" He yelled to himself.

The ghost felt a bit cold and grabbed the rags and the special bit of sand left. In the maiden's eyes, everything was floating.