Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - South of Winterhold - Tagged: Altavia and Hanzar, Mika
Nicholas winced a little as the Argonian gave him a small scolding about not defending himself. There's a reason I'm a pacifist you know. It seemed no one in this godforsaken country was civil enough to try and avoid a fight. His vision started swimming again when the Argonian passed him to another who smelled like autumn. Nick's figure slumped in her grip. "I think I'm going into shock..." The Breton mumbled, his words slurring. The autumn lady set him down after snarling at one of the horses, tending to his injuries. Nicholas was very lucky; the arrow hadn't caused too much damage, though it still needed to be removed, and the injury from the troll had been more of a blunt blow. The scratches barely grazed the skin. The downside was it had torn open an old injury the Breton already bore, a long thick scar running from nearly his left pit all they way down his right side, curling around to his back. The paste helped staunch the bleeding some, but they still needed to keep pressure on it. Nick heard her ask a question, worry filling her voice."It's... just a troll..." He breathed dizzily. The pain had dulled quite a bit, but he struggled to keep his eyes open Nicholas was beginning to go into shock, and he had to agree with the Kahjiit; he needed a healer. Sounds were heard from the depths of the cave, but the Breton was preoccupied trying to keep himself awake. Suddenly the troll cried out and Nicholas felt a sharp pain in his back, causing him to vomit what little he had in his stomach onto the snow. "They killed it..." He informed autumn Kahjiit, taking deep breaths. The last thing he heard before was someone ask for his name. "Nicholas Storm.." With that his world went black.