Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140806120402/@comment-5735114-20140809000136

A lone Bosmer ran north through Cyrodiil, heading for the Imperial City. He hadn't been keeping track of how long he ran, but it was some number of days that was steadily approaching a week. He was thoroughly exhausted and drenched in sweat, not to mention rather hungry and thirsty, yet he ran on.

''Keep going, Feran! Keep going, ''the Bosmer kept telling himself.

He found it amazing how the will to live could make him push himself to what he felt were godly feats. From his estimate, Feran had been running for the past six hoursm, not including the past few days, functioning only on a few hours' sleep every night and a squirrel or two a day. He wondered if this was how warriors felt in combat; ready to give up if not for imminent death, forced to push past their limits or face the dreaded conscequence.

Feran's concequene, however, was not a sword to the face or an arrow in the knee. Rather, it was the wolf he could have sword he saw following him the whole time. Maybe that was just his head playinb with him, but he wasn't about to try and find out. Even if the wolf wasn't necessarily real, the Bosmer Madwoman was.

Feran couldn't exactly remember her name or what she looked like, but he could most certainly remember her voice and her weapon pressed on his throat. She gave him very clear commands while she had him pinned to a tree, her eyes staring daggers into his brain, her voice stabbing his heart with fear.

"Go to the Imperial City, and tell the Empress to come to me."

That was the extent of her clear words. After she said that, she began babbling some inane rant and descended into gibberish, before breaking into a shrill fit of hysterical laughter, during which Feran feared for his life even more than he had in the past few minutes. Once the Madwoman was done laughing, she glared at him again, and whispered, "I'll be watching..." before slowly removing her axe, grabbing Feran's shoulder and giving him a push on his way.

A few minutes later was the first time he saw the wolf, while he was still frantically looking back to make sure she wasn't right behind him. He slowed down slightly, heard the beast snarl, and increased his speed further. Since then, Feran had been sprinting as fast as he could, with short rests. He could only hope he'd arrive soon, and that the Empress wouldn't kill the messenger.