Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171023142236/@comment-24530992-20171203141633

Stauntax stood on deck, looking at the city before him. It was once his haven after his sister had gone AWOL and the young boy needed a place to stay after escaping from his father. He was appalled to see its current state, with a royal guardsmean breathing down your neck at svery turn and the slaughter of everyone who was not part of Alan's hivemind.

To him, Alan was the worst part. He'd rather live back in the times during the Three-Banner War again aad have the elves or the pact try to destroy his people rather than another Breton... If he could even call him that. A Breton, with no tolerance for anyone superior to him. One that rejected all ideas but his own. One that is going to kill his own kingdom before the Thalmor even reach Daggerfall's gates. How you could call yourself a Breton when you were passively destroying those that stand for the races ideals was beyond him.

Then again, he was different himself, somehow, even if he saw himself as once normal. He once wanted to be a king, or a scholar, or even a mage until he had gotten roped into the classic game of chess that was Breton politics. The most meticulously abject chess game in what seemed to be all of Tamriel that Bretons loved so much, a game that has disposed, disgraced, and dispatched of so many of those who had dared to play. It was what defined his race, and it was until now that he realized how they couldn't live without it. He hadn't moved the pieces, but he served as a pawn, a ruthless pawn that made his living under the fingertips of cutthroat politicians.

''Maybe being like Alan is ideal? What if I'm the one who isn't right for not playing along?'', Stauntax thought. The idea was blandish to him, but his thoughts continued to conflict and overlap with eachother. Alan was the one playing the game, as any powerful Breton should; however, was he right for doing so? Stauntax had seen the game first hand- twice now, if you count the time under Alan- and it scandalized him. It was then, he realized why he was different. He wanted the game to end so badly, he found he needed to become a major player to stop it. He was done with playing as a pawn. He knew how to manipulate, he knew how to command, he knew how to kill... He was perfect for it. The difference was a question that no other player stopped to ask themselves; did he want to embody someone he hated so much in order to take them down? He didn't know the answer. He didn't think he ever would. For now, he decided to focus on his priority of finding Dravenar and his group... And dealing with them accordingly.