Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140525223412/@comment-10197675-20140529094726

Meanwhile…

The Dunmer looked back into the shack, Cresciuen still lay inside a crow had landed on his head, and slowly it started to pick and pick, The Dunmer watched in disgust as the crow scraped out the eye-ball of his old friend, the bird then continued as it ripped the eye from its socket and churned it within its mouth, before swallowing it, in small sections. The crow then let out a loud wicked squawk of greed and immorality. The dark Elf then turned facing the long stretch of sands once more, he felt puny, petty and weak, whist within its presence and the Dunmer could only estimate that he was in one of the great deserts of Hammerfell, as that was the only place on Nirn he knew of that had great stretches of sands like this, although the Dunmer knew that was not the case, as this land had an extremely strange feel to it and Nerandur could feel it creeping through him… something ravaging with power, something looking to unleash its evil might upon Nirn once more…

Nerandur started walking, as that was the only thing he felt he that he could do that was useful to him and what could get him out of this nightmare and as Nerandur got further he started to run, small grains of sand flicked up from his feet, as his famished legs moved forwards and backwards, the Dunmer did not know if the scolding heat of the sun was just getting to him or he had just completely lost it now, but never the less the Dunmer was sprinting through this savage land now and still Nerandur saw no horizon, for maybe there was not one. The Dunmer looked behind, he could not see the shack, for it had diapered within the heat of the desert. Nerandur started breathing heavily, as he gasped for air still sprinting through these unforgiving sands.

Sometime later…

 [http:// https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=It4WxQ6dnn0 ]Pain shot into his feet and sweat drenched his hair and clothing as Nerandur kept on aimlessly sprinting, he had not seen and signs of life, let alone a object other than sand for a long time now. The Dunmer felt as if he had been poisoned and he would be forever choking as he ran towards nothing, not stopping nor faulting, he forced himself onwards loosing moral as he did so. Nerandur started to think that this could be the end as he ran in an infinite loop that did not seem to end.