Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140717145533/@comment-3293219-20140720215028

Jaryl managed to close the door, gasping and panting for breath as he stumbled away from it, almost falling to the floor as he back away, giving the large door a haunted stare. The Temple district seemed to be quite desolate, nobody was here, fighting or otherwise as the district gave him an eerie feeling as he got closer and closer to the temple. The Bosmer's walk had been reduced to a mere shamble, anyone from afar would have mistaken him for a zombie as he seemed to walk the same way at this point.

Everything was a blur as he marched his way up the stairs, hoping to get inside the temple and get some rest, just for a little while. He was so exhausted, that he didn't notice the sound of footsteps, coming from his right. He didn't seem to react much as he noticed it, feeling completely drained of everything as he looked over, to see the large hulking figure march over, towards him. Jaryl raised his arm, spreading out his fingers and blocking the sun, casting a shadow over his own face as he saw his pursuer, a large Orc, holding a hand axe.

Jaryl was too exhausted to register this orc as a potential threat and found himself unable to do anything as the orc punched him in the face.