Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-24449631-20140726185932

Night had fallen over the city. It was mostly at this time people in Gilane started their dinner. Sure, one might think it was odd to eat so late, but in Hammerfell it was simply custom. The hot sun of the day made dining just so much more unpleasant, thus people didn’t start to eat until late after the sun had gone down.

This was a time when normally free time and leisure activities started. It normally was the time to call it the end of the day after hard work in the harsh and unforgiving sun, Auriel be praised.

But not today…

Infact, it hadn’t been for over a year now.



Now the streets were mostly closed, dark, and above all else… Silent. Hauntingly so. Ever since the mavarian plague had hit Gilane it had been so, day in day out. To great dismay of Kamaal a guardsman who was doing his nightly rounds on the city wall, surrounding the hammerfellian port city at the feet of Hew’s Bane (Hammerfell’s Peninsula)

Kamaal had just passed Nazila, a fellow guard and strong women who was assigned to “the wall” that night.

As he passed her, he realised he too wore one of those masks. An enchanted cloth that covered nose and mouth and seemingly held the plague at bay. Although it was never scientifically proven. Not that anyone was willing to test it out, by taking it off or anything. Like most guards, even the healers were clutching at straws.

“Fair night.” He greeted her.

“Fair night…” She sounded a bit silent.

Kamaal nodded, he didn’t quite make eye contact with her, they had passed eachother five times already, since dusk. There was no need for a hearty greet every time they met on the Eastern tower of the wall. Although this time, Kamaal seemed to realise something was wrong. It wasn’t that the eastern watchtower where they met this time but a bit more to the centre. Normally she also took exactly the same time as him to walk the wall, counter clockwise. But now it seemed she had stopped for a bit somewhere.

He couldn’t help but turn around and call out to her:

“Everything alright?”

She simply seemed to keep moving.

“Everything alright?! Nazila?” Kamaal sounded a bit more worried.

She finally came to a halt and turned to the other redguard.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kamaal wanted to approach her but she quickly halted him. Yelling at him to get back.

<p class="MsoNormal">It took only a few seconds for Kamaal to realise what had happened.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No… Nazila…” Seemed to be the only thing he was able to mutter, as he instinctively walked closer.

<p class="MsoNormal">Again yelled at for doing so, he quickly snapped out of his sense of compassion and let protocol take over.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Nazila… You know what I have to do now.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The redguard covered by the veil of night nodded. It wasn’t possible to see her face, but it was somehow obvious she had been crying.

<p class="MsoNormal">You could smell it.

<p class="MsoNormal">The smell of blood. Since that was the last stage of the infection. Weeping blood.

<p class="MsoNormal">Nazila turned with her head held low.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kamaal, motivated solely by duty shot an arrow in her neck. With a stagger and a gurgle, the poor women fell to the ground and the disease dead with it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kamaal seemed to be shaking all over, as he put his bow back behind his quiver.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Damn this curse…” He sighed with sadness.