Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140525223412/@comment-10197675-20140527105116

Meanwhile within a set of abrupt and queer lands… (As well as six months after my previous post)

The Dunmer slowly opened his eyes, after a restless and difficult couple of hours of sleep, so he thought, a dusted layer of sand and dried tears peeled away from his eyes as he opened them, little specs of dirt could  also be seen against the blood shot whiteness of the sclera of his eye. The Dunmer put his hands on the ground, many slashes and scratches spread across them, blood oozed out and leaked across his fingers. The Dark Elf then arose from the ground, he found himself in a broken down and sandy shack, a dead body lay down at the entrance, the Dunmer slowly approached it and by the state of the corpses decayed skin it looked like It had been there for quite some time. The Dunmer timidly rolled the body over to see who it was. “Cresciuen!” the Dunmer thought. The old Imperial lay lifeless in front of his old employee, Cresciuen’s face was rotten and decomposed; the Dark Elf could see half the Imperials skull splitting out his forehead. Still in shock the Dunmer swiftly made his way out of the shack, a barren and disused sandy landscape lay ahead of him, the Dark Elf was confused to where he was and what had happened for he could not remember the past couple of days… weeks… nor months, so forth he found himself to be lost…