Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-3293219-20140530212328

(Ha! God, it used to annoy me in Fallout when NPCs did that, especially  in the Arena in NV...)

The Imperial curled up and lay in a ball on the floor, shutting the world out.

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Kaizen slowly checked the upstairs room, looking for any signs of potions, weapons or anything of use... He checked all of the rooms, to no avail before trying the master bedroom, the door of which was open ajar.

He pushed his hand against it, wincing as the cuts made contact with the large wooden door and prompted it to open, almost by itself as it creaked loudly. The Black Argonian took two steps forward before seeing a large dry blood stain on the floor, his eyes followed the trail of blood, which lead up to the bed, the quilt was heavily bloodstained and it had several lumps underneath.

Kaizen shambled forward, grabbing hold of the bed post to keep himself steady as he got ready to whip the sheet off and confirm his own fears. He pulled it back to see a family of Bretons, husband, wife, daughter, son... all four of them had been repeatedly stabbed in the torso, most of the wounds were probably inflicted after they died. The Black Argonian closed his eyes and shook his head, the smell was enough to knock anybody sick, even someone as used to bodies as he was.

He looked up, to see that the knife that was used to kill the half rotten family was stuck in the end table, he grabbed it, by its hilt and pulled it out of the table, pocketting it to take with him. He threw the sheet over the family and went back down to Petra before she came up to investigate...

They just needed to get out of here...