Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-5735114-20140201203613

Talsakr kneeled near the bodies of his former allies, their blood having been washed away by the melted ice. He silently cursed Sheogorath over and over again. The voices were quiet for now; their bloodlust had been satisfied. They'd hurt people in the past... but Talsakr had never killed anyone. He wanted to bury the group of dead Nords and Imperials, but the ground was still ice-cold and hard. Besides, he didn't have a shovel. Slowly standing up, Talsakr started walking the way the ice witch had flown; even if she was his enemy, she was the only living person he knew outside Markarth.