Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140813185952/@comment-24736819-20140814041330

After the sickly man separated from his evil companions, he decided to put his plan into action. He was limping through the road when a small caravan of dunmer travelers approached him.

"Morning! What a person in your condition is doing here alone at this time of the day?!", one that seemed to be the leader of the caravan approached the sickly fellow.

"Oh, good morning. I got lost from my granddaughter, we were traveling to Vivec...a sandstorm came and we got separated.", the pale man said.

"You're not from around here, I can see... You don't look so good, maybe we can help you out. We got a doctor and our final destination is Vivec, we're transporting some things for a wedding.", the dunmer said.

"Oh, thank you, young one. May I have the name of the savior of a sick and sad man?", the man limped towards the caravan.

"Of course, I am Olvyn. Those are my wife, Draena and my daughter, Neria.", the dunmer said pointing to the to women that were walking right behind him, "There is also the doctor, Hulgr, the skinny nord over there... You should let him take a look at you."

"You are so kind, hopefully my granddaughter also find good people to help her.", the sick man stretched his horrible hand to a handshake, which the dunmer clearly didn't wanted to shake.

"Err...That's ok, my good sir. I'm good...really, go see the doctor. He'll help you out.", Olvyn refused to shake the sick man's hand.

The sickly man limped towards the doctor. It took some time but he managed to get inside the wagon, where the nord doctor was sitted. That is when it happened, the sick man fell to the ground coughing unstoppably and trembling, which made the doctor ran to his aid. The sickly man coughed some black goo and when it hit the wagon's floor it started to corrode the wood.

"What the...", Hulgr was perplexed by the unimaginable quantity of black goo that was coming out of the sick man's body.

Suddenly he could hear that the man wasn't coughing anymore, it seemed that he was...laughing!

''That couldn't be, seconds ago it seemed like his life was ending. How is he laughing?!'', the nord thought. Dispair could be seen in his eyes, he tried to scream, but the wagon was filled with some weird gas that made his nostrils burn when he breathed, so the only thing that came out of the nord's mouth was the same black goo that he saw coming out of the sick man's body. He felt to his knees, not able to breathe. Now his vision started to fail and it seemed like his brain was pumping and his throat was itching...from the inside. Hulgr managed to crawl out of the wagon, he was able to see a little better so his vision spotted his traveling companions, Olvyn, Draena and Neria, all of them curling up and shivering while vomiting. Olvyn seemed to have a different tone of skin now as his veins could be seen pumping through it. Draena and Neria were clawing their stomachs with their nails, it seemed that they were trying to rip something off of their guts, which were now spread all over the sand.

Hulgr tried to crawl out of that horrific scenery, his companions had gone mad and ill and he had to save himself. A shadow was cast over him and when he looked up to see who was that, hoping that it would be his savior, he saw the sickly man, smiling his sick, twisted and ugly smile. He looked to the other wagons and the other people who were traveling to the wedding and saw that all of them had similar symptoms. He looked up again:

"Why..", was the only thing he could say before he felt the urge of scratching his throat until it was raw flesh, or at least what he thought it was raw flesh. He managed to take a piece of it and he saw it was actually rotten flesh, black as the plague.

"Why not?", Pan said when the last breath of life left the doctor's body.