Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-5735114-20140209151157

(I decided to bake a minipie since everyone's gone...)

Talsakr woke, against his will, by either a plate clattering against the floor, or his own hunger. He was used to life in Markarth, and that guaranteed three meals a day. He rose rather quickly from his bed, motivated by hunger, and walked over to the plate on the floor.

To Talsakr’s great surprise, there was corned beef resting on the plate instead of bread. Not bothering to take a moment to think about it, or look for the knife and fork that weren’t there anyways, Talsakr picked up the piece of meat and took a big bite, savoring the flavor. Even in Markarth, good meat was scarce at times.

The meat was quickly devoured, and Talsakr satisfied. Grabbing the cup of water, Talsakr found it was freezing cold again, so he went over to the red berries on his nightstand and ate one. He then washed down the meat and the foul berries, and went back to his bed.

Well, you’re a genius, aren’t you…?

Nice to see you too…

Talsakr thought it somewhat sarcastically, but he actually meant it to a degree. At least he wouldn’t be lonely now…

'You know that, that meat you just ate was full of cheese? Oh, and also poison. And perhaps a bit of—'

Poison!?

'Well, obviously. It stuck out like a sore thumb… Ah, that’s what I was going to say! I do believe that meat had some sore thumbs in there as well…'

Talsakr lay on the bed, thinking about what the voice in his head had said. Upon remembering that the voice was an aspect of Sheogorath, Talsakr calmed down. He was just crazy and paranoid now, imagining poisoned meat. Still, better than dead. He calmly lay and drifted off to sleep.

Talsakr was awakened in a matter of minutes by a sharp pain in his side. He tried not to panic, tried to think this was some kind of out of the blue cramp or something. However, the pain soon dulled, and the rest of his body went numb.

Well, you’re dead.