Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25293368-20140923202230/@comment-25418438-20140927102924

He drew breath. Damn, the fire didn't work he thought, ''But how the hell am I alive? That arrow pierced the briarheart and yet it still beats like before, clinging to life, preventing my death. The man in Golden Armor sat up from the ground and tried unsuccessfully to pull his helmet off, damn its burnt into the breastplate. ''He grabbed his iron dagger and cut the burnt area away, enabling him to remove the helmet. He felt his charred blackened face "I'm no longer the same man as I once was, that honor bound man died on the battlefield in Solitude, this man is a changed one and this man shall make a promise to the gods, I will bring down the resistance and restore the rule of Skyrim back to its original owners, for I am no longer Praefect Magnus Whitetree, I am now Hjalti Nords-Bane". Hjalti removed the last of the burnt dwarven armor, carefully removed the arrow lodged in his chest and started walking west, to Markarth he thought.