Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140717145533/@comment-3293219-20140720211619

Jaryl fought through the horde, hacking and slashing through the hordes of the undead as fought his way through to his people but it was all very disorienting to him. Every time he cut one down, another took its place, making it incredibly difficult to make any progress as he fought his way through the crowd, his arms feeling like they had fallen asleep, he was bucketing sweat as he continued to hack and slash his way through, his desire to keep his promise to Isis was the only thing that was keeping him going at this point as Jaryl tore his way through.

The Bosmer looked to his left, seeing a door, that lead to Temple district, which, other than the temple was pretty insignificant. He tried to open the door but it was almost four times his size and double his whole body weight. The Bosmer roared; shoulder barging it and forcing it open, stumbling through, ahead of two or three zombies.

He spun around and quickly hacked through them all, chopping through their heads and necks and killing them instantly as they fell to the floor. The Bosmer didn't even watch the bodies hit the floor as he ran over to the gate and threw himself against it, fighting against the horde on the other side as he tried to close the door, seeing that the hands were clawing at his coat as he kept throwing himself against the door, screaming out as the effort overwhelmed him.

''C'mon, asshole door! CLOSE!''

