Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140106040535

When Makoru regained consciousness, he was lying facefirst on the sandy ground of the desert, still in his new armor. He cursed and got to his feet, using Bloodharvest as a cane to help him up. He felt a sharp pain in his chest as he rose, which caused him to stagger forward before he regained his footing. There was no coming back to Gilane, that was for sure. Manjur was nowhere to be found. That much didn't surprise him, the Khajiit probably didn't want to be in the company of a traitor.

He took a moment to take in his surroundings. It looked to him like Sarjaa had dumped him in the middle of the Alik'r Desert, as there was little more than sand as far as he could see. Dead bushes and shrubs dotted the desert, but nothing else that could assist him. He decided he should probably start walking and looked around. He began trekking west in hopes of finding refuge in Skyrim, as it would probably be a much shorter walk to the snowy land of the Nords as opposed to walking for High Rock. Besides, he needed to find allies elsewhere, and the Nightingales would be the next best place to turn.