Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-35566720-20180924211758/@comment-35566720-20180924221048

Camina Koreus sat by in her tent, knawing on an apple. The new supply of food to the camp was okay, but it didn't compare to that of her parents' farm. Still, the taste of apple reminded her of home. It was good comfort food. She re-read J'zargo's letter once more:

Greetings, friend.

''J'zargo enjoyed your last letter. It was nice for myself and Brelyna to hear from you. We worry. Khajiit knows he should keep things short, as this one will be too busy killing rebel scum to have time to read letters. ''

''Brelyna is asking when you will be on leave again. She wishes for the three of us to go out into the city, and get drunk, as normal people do. But then, we never were normal people. J'zargo is becoming mre aquainted to writing and speaking in the human tongue, and not refering to myself in the third person.''

''There are two new students at the college. One is a Nord, by the name of Onmund. He is rather quiet. The other is a Breton, called Marko. He is rather friendly, and Professor Tolfdir is taking us on an excavation next week, to Saarthal! The wonders that will be hidden away... perhaps khajiit can share his findings with you, when next we meet?''

''As I said, I shall keep things short. Brelyna and I await your response.''

Your's Truly,

J'zargo.

Camina wiped a tear from her eye. Brelyna and J'zargo where the only friends she had. They were nice people. But a little too naive. Camine didn't have the heart to tell them that each letter might be her last. She didn't have the heart to say that no amount of drinks at a tavern could make her unsee what she'd seen. She just kept on writing what they wanted to here about. About the new supply of apples, or the torchbug she had in her tent the night before. She knew it would break their hearts to know what was really going on.

And it broke her's, too. There was no doubt The Imperials would succeed in taking the fort tomorrow, but at what cost. She was only one soldier. Her loss would hardly make a difference in the eyes of General Tullius. She let out a load sob. Tears streamed down her face, smudging the ink on J'zargo's letter.

She stopped, and listened. Someone was outside the tent. They would have heard the hole thing. Camina wiped her eyes with her long, Altmeri fingers, and got out of the tent, pocketing J'zargo's letter, to see who was outside.

(This person can be any of your characters, if you want. Sorry for the long post. This is the first RP I've ever hosted. Just kinda excited!)