Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-7262318-20170208214346

"Oh, This One knows you are. You have fought at the Imperial City, Dive Rock, Vvardenfell, and Kilkreath. You fought long, hard, and survived."

Ja'Keil leaned in and kissed her tenderly. "You're stronger than you'll ever know."

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"You worry too much about what the obscure faces in the crowd."

Athorian sat down on his bed. "You keep asking what the point is. What's the point in fighting today if you would die tomorrow. What's the point in fighting if people won't recognize you as a hero and will cling on to your past."

The Old Elf looked at his gleaming sword. "You know, I got this sword when I was a fresh face in the Dominion. I have put down many, many of men over the last 400 years with this thing. Sometimes under the lies of a corrupt despot, and sometimes under my own morale code. And I have made enemies out of everyone. There was a time where I had the Empire and the Dominion hunting my head. I was the most hated man in Tamriel, Swift."

He put the sword down. "But I just went with it. And that's the point, Swift, it's all like a test. How long do you stand and fight until you just give up and lie down and die. You're letting everything get to you, what will people think and where will you end up. You're head ain't in the now, you're not focused on the test at hand."

Athorian rose. "And that test is coming in the form of hundreds of beasts.

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"Thank you," Mongo nodded to the man, traveling up the road.