OOC: This is just a short story I made up for fun.

IC: Falkreath Hold, on the road to Rorikstead.

Valin put his hand to his side and felt where his armor was torn, blood coated the area and his hand came up sticky with it. He was hunched over holding his side as he shuffled along the road moving as best he could towards his destination.

He was coming out of the hills of Falkreath Hold and would turn west with the road soon, he glanced up and could see the lights of the town far in the distance, still hours of travel left.

As he started moving again a figure stepped out of the forest to his right. Valin looked around, sheer cliff walls rose on either side of him, he looked puzzled as he moved towards the man, wondering where he came from and could hopefully give him what he needed.

“He-Hello there” Valin called out!

The man responded by slowly moving towards him, Valin noticed his clothes, torn, he looked ragged, and a small ring adorned his left hand, sparkling in the moonlight as he crept closer.

“I-I’m injured, there was a spriggan back along the road, I didn’t even see it as it clawed at me, I think something scared it off though, but it got me good in the side, I need help, medicine..or a healing spell please, I’m bleeding out” Valin stammered as he shuffled forward!

The man looked at Valin extremely cautiously and slowly started towards him, “I have a small spell that could bind the wound, but you’ll need further care, who are you?”

“My name is Valin, I’m from-“ Valin’s legs collapsed out from under him and the man rushed forward to catch him as he crumpled.

“Steady there lad, let me lay you down so I can perform the spell” the man said as he laid Valin out on the ground, he glanced at Valin’s sword, the hilt ended in a wolfs head and a slight glow emanated from the scabbard.

He looked puzzled by the sword but immediately looked back at Valin’s wound and put his hands on it but before he could cast his spell Valin interrupted him, “What a curious ring, is that a wolf head?”

“Yes, it’s just a bauble from my son” the man started to say, he glanced at Valin and the sword again and recognition dawned in his eyes but before he could do anything Valin vaulted upright and stabbed a dagger deep under the man’s chin and felt it grate against bone as he pressed it deep into his skull.

Blood flowed freely and poured over Valin’s arm as he held the dagger in place until the man stopped twitching. With a snort of disgust he dropped the man’s body and it hit the ground with a thud, he knelt down and pulled the small ring from the man’s finger and put it in his satchel.

He smiled as he thought of his false wounds and shuffling, it had worked perfectly on this man, Hircine would be please.

OOC:Alright give me the gruesome criticsm!