Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160322234619/@comment-29559990-20160405032350

"The carcass is my prize, kid," Athorian said, his face growing deathly serious. "And that's not what keeps me going.'

He reached up to his shoulder, and pulled it down to reveal a tatoo of an eagle with it's wings at full spread. Underneat it, were the words "Dominion Blooded"

"You see that?" Athorian asked. "That's something I got during my days with the Dominion. Bout 400 years ago, when Beasts weren't a problem. And then they became a problem. And then they became a big problem. People started dying left and right. And I've seen it all."

Athorian pulled his armor back up onto his shoulder. "What keeps me going is the idea that I'll live to see the end of it. Whether anyone in this in or at Fort Slayer will be there with me or not. And when I get there, I'll be wealthy and running a system that'll make me one of the most powerful men in Tamriel."

"That's what keeps me going. But what keeps you going?"