Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181009220605/@comment-7262318-20181016221830

Alvoran made his way down to the pool and took off the top of his cuirass, launching it at a nearby tree in rage. How was it that every time a good thing came along, every time it looked the gods were finally showing some mercy to him, they yank it right out from under his nose and leave him alone?

He sat down at the edge of the pool, thinking hard about what he could do now. What was he even thinking in the first place? Sex in the middle of the woods, out in the open. Falling in love with someone while he was out here trying to save the world from a genocidal vampire. And of course, this wouldn't have even worked out in the end, would it? She was a nymph. She would have left to gone back to her life in the forest, wouldn't she?

He felt sick to his stomach. He just wanted this nightmare to be over. He wanted to be back at home, within the walls of Markarth, where he was truly respected. Though he knew what kind of man his father was, but he couldn't help but feel that maybe he had a mistake leaving home. He could have cleaned up the mess his father had made, could he have not? He could have done that and not thrown it all away by wanting to be an adventurer.

Well, he was done with it. Done with the failure, done with constantly being the weakest link, done with mucking it all up. He had no one to turn to, nowhere to run back to, nowhere to go. He was alone, afraid, and out of options.

He glanced down at his sword. He did have one option.