Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140116131911/@comment-5583506-20140130150139

By Ysmir's beard, where am I?

Arngrim slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He layed flat on a frozen shore, the shores of his beloved Skyrim. His beard and hair was soaked with the freezing water and he slowly crawled up to a nearby stone to vomit up all the water that had filled his lungs.

He was suprised he hadn't drowned when the ship sank. The weight of his wolf armor and the great sword on his back should have carried him to the bottom. It was either thanks to an unknown miracle or the curse which burdened him. The curse which had been the cause of much dismay for him. He swore he would one day find that witch and sever her ugly, old head from her shoulders.