Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140117223343

Rashka went down to a nearby river to wash the red coating off from him. Yet the more he washed, the more he started to realise that the red colour didn't go away as easily as it should, at least around a particular area in his abdomen.

His face turned pale. One of the raider had managed to get a clear cut into him. He had only felt it just now. The blood flow didn't stop no matter how much he pressed against the gaping wound. It wasn't a particulary deep wound, not deep enough to be deadly, he had been through worse, but it was something different about it. A familiar sensation coursed through his veins.

Poison...

"Ah", he sighed and started to wash the wound more calmly.

He didn't want to interfere with the quest, yet he had no fear of dying. The old Khajiit had told him that he had seen Rashka in his prophecy fighting alongside other heroes against Dunlammus. So what did he have to fear from death if all prophecies turned out true? He covered the wound with his leather armor and headed back to camp where Ertius had begun to raise his tent.

He still didn't feel all that good though...