Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140907172847/@comment-4363162-20140912140728

Hours after the conversation with the commander, Val found himself in a familiar, yet foreign setting. Sitting behind the battlements, checking his crossbow for faults; It was like a memory relived. He'd been in the army before. But the last time he'd checked, there were no zombie daedra cultists throwing themselves at his doors.

He got up, squinting beyond the horizon. A fresh wave of enemies was now cresting the hill, their silhouettes casting spidery shadows accross the broken fields. The corpses and guts from yesterday's assault lay rotting on the ground. No one had bothered to move them. The horn blew, and Val settled into his position. It seemed so different from the roaming, wild lifestyle he'd experienced with his half-god friends, just days ago. He slid a bolt into his crossbow and aimed.