Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140518233406/@comment-5583506-20140525205104

Valkyrie's horse had already been consumed by the vicious horde of mindless draugr. She had been on her way to Riverwood before she had accidentally alerted the flesheaters. She barely escaped by cutting several of the freaks down with Frostbite before she sprinted up on the cliffs overlooking lake Ilinalta. Her beloved horse Hilgot however fell prey to the nasty creeps.

"Bastards!" she cursed in anger as several of them started to follow her up the cliffs.

She soon realized that if she kept this up, she would eventually end up being draugr fodder. She wondered if they liked the taste of werewolf flesh as well, but she had no intention of letting them find out. As one of them made a break for it and started to dart towards her, she leapt of the cliffs and into the water.

The streams carried her to the safety of the other side of the river, but in the fall she had sprained her left ankle against some underwater rocks.

"Ugh..." she groaned. There would be no way for her to patch it up on this spot, but she had to reach higher ground, where she knew the draugr would have a hard time to follow her. As she gazed up at the mountains, at the threating silhoutte of Bleak Falls Barrow, a sly smile and a hearty laugh escaped her lips. "From one place full of dead people, to another place full of probably even more dead people. And here I thought this was going to turn out to be a really bad day..."

She started to limp her way toward the mountain path accompanied under the wailing sounds of the draugr on the other side of the river...