Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-6006054-20140101000040

(thank you)

Nahlgaaf awoke, and sat up. His vision blurred in sync with the painful throbbing in his temples. He rolled off of some sort of pile, when he turned to look at it he realized he had been sleeping on a pile of fifteen or so corpses. A slight gust of wind touched his face. Immediatley he raised his hands over his exposed face. He looked down, seeing he still had his robes, though they were ripped in several places. His chainmail vest hung open and unfastened. He glanced around searching for his mask, slowly working his way back towards the shrine of Hircine to find it.