Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140616183608/@comment-3293219-20140617102652

It was a long, hard night as Kaizen drove over the boarder from Cyrodiil to Morrowind, the blood was still wet on his coat, from where he had been stopped by boarder patrol. His arm still felt wet from the blood, which clung to the gash on his arm as he took a tighter grip of the steering wheel.

He was thankful that he was almost there as it took a great deal of effort to keep his eyes open, he never usually had trouble, missing out on sleep but having to concentrate as well did not make it easy. The Black Argonian yawned as the morning sun's rays hit his eyes, shining on Petra's face...