k added it. Is the cousin of the middle class aunt and uncle ok?

The Khajiit had been underground for well over 10 hours now. His katana was held tightly against his chest, and it was still fresh with blood. He was hid under his bed in his underground basemant or his "happy place" as he called it, crying softely to himself in fear. The Khajiit was taking no chances now, he barricaded the bottom of his bed with large wooden boards. He was sure there would be more of them, as soon as they find that the man that was sent to raid his basemant had suddenly disapeared... the Khajiit then pushed that thought away. He knew he couldn't stay, he had to get out of here. They would be here any minute he was sure of it.

It was dark under his bed, so dark he couldn't even tell which way was up. The boards were nailed to his bed, drawn on by his high paranoia. But a few measly boards wouldn't stop the bandits from coming in and killing him. Even the dead bandit would be enough to tell his companions that someone was alive down here. The Khajiit tried to move around in the small space under his bed, he had very little room to turn around and he had to have his feet facing the edge of the bed in order to knock the boards out. After a couple tries of shuffling around in his bed he was finally on his back and his head was at the edge of the bed near the wall while his feet were at the other end. He then pulled his foot back and yelled as his foot slammed against the board, but sadly only dented it. He then pulled his foot back even more and with even more anger he yelled.
"AIYEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", This time he smashed the board in two to reveal a small spring of life. He smiled, he could now get out of here.

The Khajiit stood out from under his dark dank bed. Day light was shinning through the trapdoor that had been burned in the fire, the Khajiit stared over to his side, the smell of the dead filled the air. And the bandit he had killed the night before laid rotting on the ground. The filthy maggots had already began feasting upon his flesh, and the Khajiit was still shaking from the adrenaline he had used to muster up the strength to kill the bandit. He still remeber the fear that filled him the minute his trapdoor opened and the bandit walked in.

He began to walk to the ladder and climb up to see what was left, when he finally popped his head out horror struck his face. His farm was gone.... his house was gone, and the carcass of dead animals lay everywhere. It was obvious the bandits had already cut all the flesh off of the bones of the animals to eat for later, all that was left was bones. The Khajiit then felt disgusted, he had just given enough food to keep them going for months, there was no doubt this would happnen again. He then countiued out into the town's streets there he saw the ground littered with dead body's. He then cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled,

"HELLO IS ANYONE OUT THERE, ANYONE.... PLEASE ANYONE. PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT ALONE!!!!"

Baun heard the screaming Khajiit and went down the street towards the shout. It had been Alkash, the Khajiit. He was the insane one, almost all the villagers knew that. But he may be helpful in this situation.

"Alkash. These are dark times indeed. Me and Bradon are waiting in the remains of the inn for the other survivors if there are any. Come. You look like you need some rest," Vince said to the jumpy Khajiit, and began to lead the way to the inn.

OOC: sorry I'm out.

Alkash began to struggle.
"No i can't be held up in some building. Don't you see, as soon as the bandits get back from counting their loot they'll come back and kill us all. Please, I beg of you, we must leave at once. NO STOP I'M NOT GOING TO WAIT IN SOME BUILDING TO BE SLAUGHTERED LIKE COWS. NO STOP!!! STOP!!!!!!"

"Alkash be calm! Be calm please! It is hardly a building any more. We just have to meet up with the survivors there so we can get the hell out of this place. I promise you we aren't going to wait there for long, and the bandits are gone! They went away to other villages. We are safe for now. You can trust me.." said Vince, looking into the eyes of the Khajiit, and pointing towards the inn. "We MUST go back there. Bradon you and I are the only known survivors. I'm sure more will show up and the more people we have the more chance of survival we have."

Vincellus resumed walking towards the inn, beckoning Alkash to follow.

"Still i'm scared, I had to kill one last night.... i've never killed before"

"Fear not Alkash. I shall protect you from the bandit if they come. Now we really must hurry. Bradon is waiting at the inn."

The two then opened the trapdoor to the completely destroyed inn, there they walked down the rickty old stair case to find Bradon standing downstairs.

Alright I think this rp needs restarting, without all the spam. Dark fox, Holy Walrus next time please think before you post and don't fill up the thread with a page of one liners, especially in circumstances where nobody else knows what the hell is going on because your first post still doesn't make any sense Holy. Go find a high quality roleplay and have a read. http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=994441&st=20

Show some restraint and make sure you post well, you need to slow down and let other people get their posts in.

and read this, if you haven't already http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=747418 check out the how to post section down the bottom

Respost will come later today, if people have objections then I won't bother but this all needs sorting out and, since we haven't gotten very far, a restart might be just the thing.

Name: Marrow Windstrong
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Bosmer

Talents : Marrow has worked with animals for years, killing them, taming them, and other interactions. He knows their bodies well, and can control their minds once a day, but only on weaker animals. From years of hunting, and natural talent, Maroow has an expert knowledge of the bow. He can hit targets that are far away, and ones very close up, all in all his talent for marksman in awesome. Through the years he taught himself to wield two knives at a time, and can locate the pressure points on the body and stab them for an instant death.

Appearance: His smooth, black and straight hair reaches the base of his neck, and is tied in a pony tail in the middle. His eyes are an electric blue, and his other features slim. A thin, white scar(given to him by a previous encounter with a wolf)runs down his cheek from his ear to his chin, where it ends in a twirl. The rest of his body is slender and long, his arms graceful in their length. He is strong, though not heavily built and muscular, and can lift at least twice his weight(with alot of effort).

Personality: A jolly fellow, who enjoys people and their chit chat. Graceful in mind-and body-he almost always finds the brighter side of things, even in a time like this.

Short Bio: Marrows childhood was all but in splendor-his family was middle class, and he had to help to keep food on the table. His father taught him to hunt when he was very young, and although Marrow all but enjoys killing animals, it is what must be done o keep them alive. He lost his father to bears in his teens, and became the man of the house. Hunting became his life, and still was not enough to keep his family alive. His little brother starved, his mother was killed in a bandit raid. He was alone, and kept himself well fed enough by the deer he caught. This has been his lifestyle for the past years, but now he awoke from his slumber to find the down gone, buildings destroyed, and people killed.....

Equipment: Iron embossed hunting bow, Dual iron knives, brass knuckles(straps of iron he can sttach to his fists)

Misc: Ring he inherited from his father. He has no idea what is special about it, but whenever he puts it on he feels cheerier than usual

we don't need a repost it will be way to confusing, plus me, Holy, and moroni are all in the same place why can't you just tell us where to go and we'll meet up there

Call me crazy, but I think a restart would be nice too. If nothing else, just so I can revise Bradon's introductory post

A restart is much less confusing, you and Holy left everyone else behind by over posting, I mean you ran right past me twice. A restart is a good idea I feel. (coming now)

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