Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-10197675-20140602201546

(My god i dislike my Laptop so much)

Strangely Nerandur started to feel something touching his back, as he ran through these dense sands which seemed to be very sparsely populated. He stopped running and turned around, and obviously nothing was there and to his discontent the Dunmer felt himself slowly getting dizzy, his vision hazed and before he knew it he was awake, and unsurprisingly what Nerandur had just experienced was a dream, or maybe as he thought it could have been a paradox. Nerandur slowly opened his eyes as he hazed out of the surreal desert he had found himself in. The Dunmer now found himself on a pavement lying on the ground his head was half submerged in a muddy puddle, Nerandur lifted his head slightly and let out a loud sigh, people walked past going on with their lives, not one head turned Nerandurs way as these people did not have time for a shabby Dark Elf in a desolated and ruined state such as Nerandurs. He was in the middle of a street, a dirty and quite old street, but The Dunmer did not know where. His mind was blank and broken and before he could say a word he found himself resting his head back in the puddle unable to speak or think…