Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150625151152/@comment-24141785-20150625162421

(Sorry :P.)

Tyrial was walking towards Whiterun, making sure his weapons were ready. He wanted to enter the arena, earn himself some money.

Maybe then I can finally settle down...make myself a family.

He saw the gates ahead of him, picking up pace.

''But who'd want me? Killing is my only talent...I'm not good for anything, or anyone...''

He walked up to the gate, waiting for the guards. The imperial pressed the button on the side of his helmet, the visor disappearing.