Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-31940900-20131209221432/@comment-17114085-20131211105712

(MotW apperantly is having the Blighted, aka intelligent zombies created by the plague, attack Oakwood, aka a twon in the Falkreath Hold, again. You both can either be travelling along the road at night and see the assault or be in the town while its being attacked)

Eganr jumps out of Bed when he hears screams. "Ysmir's beard! Not this again! Curse that damned Khajiit for attracting the attention of those Blighted!" He quickly puts on his armor and grabs his Battleaxe.

"Father! I can help lt me come with you" said Engar's son Toralf, a 17 year old.

"No! I will not put you in danger." Engar heads out side as he hears horns being blown by the city guard. "Damnit we can't survive another attack, half our guards are already injured." Engar looks at his son. He had been training and had become pretty good with a mace. "Very well grab your gear. Quickly!"