Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5540440-20140906004645

Fel was in huge trouble. All of the holds in Skyrim had had enough of his trickery and thieving from the pockets of wealthy nobles, and had sent a massive troop of guards to hunt him down and kill him. Thankfully, one of his allies, a young man named Delvin (Not Delvin Mallory, no.) tipped him off to the search and he was able to escape Riften with his life. The guards caught wind of his fleeing the city, and they set on a hot chase, each of them with two horses to his one pair of strong, hardened legs. ''Not going to outrun them this way, Fel. You have to think!!'' He mentally shouted to himself, pulling an Invisibilty spell around him and dropping to a crouch to rest while the guards looked for him.

"Don't think I'm gonna get out of this without help..." Fel found himself whispering softly, for the first time in years wishing he had someone capable of helping him in a fight. Oddly eough, the more he focused on his need for help, the more exhausted he became. Why am I so tired...? He thought dully as his ears filled with thunder, and he got the sense several things were coming towards him at a speed none could comprehend, pulled backwards and forwards from across the reaches of time. He knew he didn't faint because a Riften Guard's boot slammed into the earth next to his hand, which meant either he'd been spotted, or his invisibility spell was still up. Glad to discover the latter, he waited for the guard to pass him by before stumbling to his feet and hobbling to the nearest tall tree where he could rest for the night.

I wonder if it has anything to do with this annoying voice in my head that keeps telling me I'm some kind of Timewalker.. He thought dully as he fell asleep, knowing for certain just which dream awaited him.