Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140518233406/@comment-5583506-20140528230152

Valkyrie found the whole situation a bit ironic. She had been wandering around Skyrim for quite sometime without any encounter of what she liked to call as "her kin". And suddenly, after a massive draugr outbreak, the world seemed to throw all those gifted with the Beast Blood right in her face as if to say: "I am sorry I haven't allowed you to meet someone like you before, but I'll let you do it this time! Just let me arrange a world-wide apocalypse of the undead first!"

This world stinks... and not just because of the undead, she thought.

It wasn't an appropriate time to be asking who the hell these people were. With the draugr closing on, the only sensible thing was to get to cover inside the barrow again as the bosmer-looking woman had said.

As a draugr made a move towards her, she tumbled backwards and pulled up Frostbite in her fall, cleaving the draugr's head like a ripe melon. She collapsed on her back in the snow, black blood spilling out all over her face. She gritted her teeth and tried to swing herself on all four so she could at least crawl her way to safety.

She looked angrily at her left leg. "Why do you have to fail me now, you fucking piece of...?!"

She cut her sentence short and began to run for the entrance of the barrow, ignoring the pain that kept begging her to stop moving. Tears began welling up in her eyes as she felt the very insides of her leg moving around. Behind her she heard the wailing of the undead horde coming closer for each limping step she took.

I am in serious need for a drink...