Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-7262318-20170205222001

"You think these monsters that have sent mankind into it's darkest age has been wrought by some Argonian who didn't get his head chopped off?" Athoran stood up, with a sharpened blade in his hand. It was of elven design.

"What bothers you about those people? The thought that they want you dead? Or because you let them down to the point where they wished for your death?"

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"By letting them not see the fear," Ja'Keil said. "This One wants you to know that we're here for you, Evelyn. You don't stand alone in uniting these people. It is not your duty alone, it is our duty. Everyone who is a Slayer, its their job. But the task of inspiring them, being the face that stands against the Empire and their war machines..."

Ja'Keil sighed. "And as large as it sounds, it's not as impossible as you think. You've survived a lot, you know?"

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"Trust me, it's not all it's cracked up to be," Mongo muttered, seemingly having a bad experience with that term. "Half the time, you don't even know if it's real."