Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140811160952/@comment-5583506-20140812161559

(Now I have repaired my character's storylines. Please don't teleport anyone again anytime soon... xD)

"Wait, something is not right here", said Varg as he was faced with an intense sunglare. He looked around only to notice in his astonishment a wide open ashland. "What the actual fuck?!" he cried out.

''What is this? This isn't Cyrodiil. It looks almost like...''

A voice called out to him from behind. "N'wah!"

"Huh?"

A chitin spear came soaring through the air and buried itself deep into the hollow of his knee. "Graah! Fucker!" he groaned as he tried to pull the shaft out from the leg.

He realised in short that he was surrounded by a group of ashlanders. The unarmed Dunmer who was probably the same man who had thrown the spear came walking up to him. "What does a filthy Nord outlander do on the sacred grounds of the Abinassa tribe?"

Varg bit together hard. "Fuck you." He yanked the spear out of his leg and broke it in two. "And fuck your shitty weapons! I just got here out of nowhere. Some fucker must have used some magic or something to bring me here! Do you actually think I would volontarily come here to be beaten up by worthless elves?"

A fist came rushing at his face and broke his jaw. The idiot puts as much force into like Mara did.

"No more words, outlander", said the unarmed Dunmer who was apparently the leader of the troop that had surrounded him. "We will take you back to camp and have the Ashkhan decide what to do with you."

-

When Mara woke up again, she felt well-rested. "Antonia", she said. "I think I am feeling much better..."

But the woman next to her bed wasn't Antonia nor was she an Imperial, but a Dunmer. An elderly lady dressed in dusty robes and a feathered headdress. "Who is this Antonia you speak of, child?"

Mara's eyes grew wide as she looked around. There was no sign of the hut or the comfy bed. She was looking up at the insides of a tent and she was lying on a bedroll, dressed in a robe with itching fabric. "W-where am I?"

"The Abinassa camp", replied the old Dunmer woman and bathed her head with wet rag. "We found you naked and unconscious out there in the ashlands and brought you in. The tribesmen wanted to kill you because you were a Nord and a trespasser, but I convinced the Ashkhan to do otherwise and let you live."

''Was I dreaming it all? Was Antonia and her brother nothing more than a dream? No, it couldn't have been. I would have known. I am still a bit cold from the rain.''

"W-why did you?" Mara asked.

"Because you and I share the same gift, child of Vaermina", said the old Dunmer woman and smiled.