Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140714235527/@comment-25038310-20140811232530

J'Tarz stood up and grabbed a sleeping bag that was on the ground. He aettled himself right between the truck and the remains of the campfire he made earlier.

He held his drawing in his hand while he slowly slept in, descending in his nightmares.

He was standing next to an Old Khajit in a small field in the middle of a lush environment. Suddenly the sky went red with black clouds, and the old khajit poked him on the shoulder. When he turned around to face him, he had a gaping hole in the middle of his head, and parts of his brain and flesh fell on the barren ground. A hellish laugh could be heard in the distance, and a large black figure with a skeletal mask emerged from a small hill. Suddenly, the figure stood right in front of J'Tarz, and attempted to grab him with his hand clad in blood, a malicous grin adorning his skull.

That's when the nightmare ended. He woke up and sat straight, and scratched his head. He never had a nightmare before, atleast none he could remember.

He lit another cigarette, figuring he wouldn't sleep for perhaps the coming hours or minutes.