Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150810194031/@comment-5543592-20150810220730

The gravel rolled away, letting beams of light touch the corpse that was once their master. I made mistakes… trusted people I shouldn’t have… Some time ago…

“Theodluin!”   A man stood there, a disciple of Meridia.

The Altmer slowly stepped around, turning away from the sword’s shrine. They were at the inner sanctum of Mount Kilkreath: the home of Dawnbreaker itself

“What is it?”

“I know what you’ve been up to.”

Theo furrowed his brow and canted his head. “Excuse me?” Wounds healed, skin sealed. The rotting corpse once again became ready to host a soul. The soul…

''That was death. This is life. I have truly betrayed Meridia...'' “You have betrayed Her Greatness!”

There were more of them. Too many.

“You must die for your crimes.”

Theodluin drew weapon, the halberd coming down off his back.

“Do you have anything to say?”   They demanded of the Champion.

Theodluin paused, eying up the soon swollen numbers of cultists. They had obviously been waiting for this moment. And they were all in on it. It was clear that loyalty went to the gods first.

“What are you waiting for?”   Theodluin finally said. His body was shoved to the surface, he inhaled deeply, and his eyes shot open.

Or maybe this is a gift from my mistress, one I will not squander... The blades tore through his body, as he himself, cut down troves of his former brothers and sisters.

He fought valiantly, without mercy or fear.

But he never was a killer, not at his heart, and in the end he let his betrayal happen. Theodluin rose from the grave, stripped of everything, and stumbled out into the freezing wild, as naked as the day he was born.

Which was uncomfortable to say the least.

But he was no one's champion now.