Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-17045460-20130708200537/@comment-93.189.161.111-20130726211856

Evison had it all figured out. He was ready to end his life. He is an outcast from his home land and Knarl was the man who brought him back from the brink of suicide to be a determined hunter. A great hunter. But Knarl was now split into five pieces. He was buried where the camp used to be, but Evison had it all packed up. He saw a travelling tradesman and offered him some of the robes he had looted off the Adept Necromancer in exchange for one of his horses. To be fair, Cutting the Necromancer's head off and putting it on a spike that drove though his naked body into the ground may have been a bit too far, but he deserved it. However, there was one thing Evison had always wanted to do before he died.

That was visit Solstheim. It was lucky he had kept all the best pelts and antler to one side, knowing he may need them. A Khajit Trader offered him nearly 10,000 septims for one special pelt that almost seemed to radiate energy, and Evison knew that all Khajits were lieing cheating scumbags, so it was surely worth at least double that. (I got a feeling RPing by myself will get boring fast xD). Evison had all his gear on packs hanging off his horse as he headed for the docks.