Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150527045136/@comment-32420582-20150527054250

Azur sat in his room in Par Molag, he stared blankly at a wall, which was all he done for the past week. The troubling dreams he had three years ago were haunting him, and more nightmares followed them. ''Great, my only two actual friends -- besides Lythe, who is comatose -- are gone from this place and across Tamriel in Morrowind... By the nine divines I'm bored. ''he thought, for the last two years, he had done nothing but create weapons and armor out of boredom, alchemy and enchanting, he even tried to cook, but that ended up exploding in his face. Azur chuckled at the fact the wall he was staring at a wall that had atleast fifteen daggers in it, he grabbed another dagger and threw it at the wall, it buried itself in the wall with a loud clang.