Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-5735114-20140902220149

Tivyl hummed as he tapped a rhythm on the bloated gold pouch in his pocket. Eventually, he stopped, as he grew bored of it. Having completed the first portion of his journey, the Dark Elf began walking southeast at around the midpoint between Solitude and Markarth, crossing the river whose name he never bothered to learn well past Dragon Bridge, and began the walk through the Reach.

Tivyl had always disliked the Reach, and he never knew why. Maybe it was because the Forsworn dotted the land like roaches, or maybe because the people who didn't want to kill you didn't want you there. Maybe because it was covered in rivers, mountains, and other landforms that made walking through it generally less pleasant than the other holds.

However, this time around, the hold seemed to be taking it easy on Tivyl. It was a rather nice day, warm but not too hot, and with just enough cloud cover to keep the sun from glaring in one's eyes, but still deliver all of its heat. There were no Forsworn in sight, and not many large animals, in fact. Occasionally, a butterfly fluttered past the Dark Elf, before delicately seating itself on a flower. He tried catching them now and again, as entertainment and because he heard their wings could be sold. He had no idea how the Dragonborn caught even one.

Tivyl began to hum again, and feeling better than usual than he did in the Reach, when suddenly he heard an arrow whiz by. He abruptly stopped in his tracks, and began to focus. On the rightmost corner of his vision, he could see a faint red glow. The Dark Elf, breaking out of his concentration, turned to look at his right to find a group of Forsworn, quite high up on a nearby mountain. They all had bows.

Tivyl broke out into a sprint, running madly as fast as his feet would take him. The Forsworn archers loosed more arrows, and the Dark Elf swerved left and right randomly in a panicked attempt to avoid them. However, the archers seemed to have been experienced, as soon enough, an arrow had pierced Tivyl in the back of the knee. Crying out in pain and surprise, Tivyl turned his head to get a better look at the arrow, and was unable to stop his legs due to his momentum. Thus, his energy sent him tumbling, and he fell flat onto the ground.

In a daze, the Dark Elf tried to stand, but the pain in his leg was too great, and forced him to fall every time he tried standing up. Thus, he was forced to just lay there, as blood slowly trickled out of his leg, staining his leather armor and robes. The group of archers made their way to him, and he could hear their songs of joy as they approached.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" asked a Forsworn, who was slightly taller and more muscular than the rest. There was a massive scar on his chest, over where his heart would have been. "Thought you could sneak past us, huh?"

Tivyl coughed and tried to clutch at his head to relieve the pain that was building there. "I... have no idea... what you mean."

The Forsworn chuckled. "Yeah, we'll see." He then made a gesture, and another one of the archers hit the back of Tivyl's head with his bow. It didn't quite finish the job, however, and he had to whack two more times before the Dark Elf was out cold.