Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4356155-20131206051655/@comment-4356155-20131206052528

Dezran woke up, an unconscious Nord at her side. Uther. Her husband-to-be. Personally, she did love Uther in the few days she knew him. Love. An unfamiliar concept to Dezran. She knew what it was supposed to be, but never really expected it. "Uther. Wake up. Where are we?" Dezran scoped the room. They were in a Dwarvern room; the usual stone tiled floor and bronze Dwarvern Metal walls. There was a large, gaping hole above them where water was slowly dripping in. This hole must have been created by the explosion. Dezran and Uther probably washed in. "Uther. Wake up." Where was her bag?, she wondered. Her small leather bag with supplies was missing. All she had now was her crossbow, a quiver of about fifty steel bolts, her full glass armor, and Uther. She could be a were-wolf if she really needed it. Uther still had his large axe, Grognak, whom he won from the Grand Champion of Cyrodiil. "Uther Dragonden. Wake up." She punched his chest. "What is it? What happened? Where is everyone else?"