Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-6006054-20131228171826

Nahlgaaf tried desperately to fight off the onslaugtht. He felt fear growing in him. ''the other was too skilled, he was way out of his league. ''For about a minute they traded blows, each man deflecting the other's strikes. Nahlgaaf knew he could barely keep up, and so did the nord. Nahlgaaf took a desperate strike, stabbing the nord as the man attacked. The blade peirced through the man's stomach. Nahlgaaf stepped back, releasing his grip on the blade. The nord looked down at the weapon lodged within him, then up at Nahlgaaf. Nahlgaaf could hardly believe it, he had killed him! Nahlgaaf turned his back, walking towards the stairway that would lead up and out of the crypt. He felt a surge of pain in the back of his knees as the greatsword blow severed his tendons. He collapsed face first onto the ground, slipping easily on the oil. The nord stood before him, pulled the longsword from his stomach, and threw it to the ground. He walked to the stairway, pulled a torch from the wall, and threw it into the pool of oil that covered  the floor. Nahlgaaf looked up, seeing the man smile, before his vision was obstructed in flame.

He awoke, gasping for air. He looked around him. He was in the ship, surounded by paper and plans. He had fallen asleep late in the night while working. Disturbed by the resurfacing in his sleeping mind, he left the cabin to sit near the bow of the ship.