Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160506175730

"Richard, what might those people be and why are they in this place?" Abello asked as he pointed at the humanoids kneeling by some of the gravestones, currently donning brown rags and wearing long draping hoods over their faces.

The knight placed a boot on one of these creatures as Abello pointed at them, kicking one down as it fell in the mud. The hooded creature did not take notice of it, as his lifeless body fell silently on its back. This caused Richard to get a better look at its face, and what he saw did not particularly surprise him.

"These are pilgrims," He said dryly. "Mortal pilgrims, either from Skyrim or Hammerfell. Or maybe even southern High Rock. Whatever they came to do here, they've outdone themselves."

"But.. they are all dead.." Abello said as he stared at another one, then noticed a larger number spread across the cemetery.

"Why yes, that's what pilgrims are meant for. They carry burdens, I believe. Nothing we can see, but they came here for a reason. Either they died of starvation, or perhaps they were meant to die when they reached their destination. I have no idea what could be so significant about this place to travel all the way here, but it matters little. The immortal lords are not very fond of them."

"Ah yes, that does remind me.." Abello turned to Richard for a brief moment, as he sighed. "The cleric and his lackeys.. the cleric was not an immortal, yet he still had his immortal lackeys by his side. This does somewhat contradict your point, doesn't it?"

"Well, I do not know what the immortals wanted with this cleric. Neither do I know why he was a mortal fighting besides immortals, but I do know that is none of our concern. Why try and solve the riddles and mysteries of their business? Is it not enough that we are meant to kill them? Us insignificant Undead, we who aren't even fit to lick their boots, no assurance that we are actually.."

He paused for a moment, noticing his own rushed way of speaking as he felt his hand clutching his hilt harder. He was welling up with anger, or perhaps another melancholy emotion. Whenever he spoke of these beings, it was the same.

"That we are actually.." He swallowed, as he looked up at the high walls of the city in the distance. "Saving this world. How is it that we can find the will to fight for such an obfuscated goal, and know nothing about what will come after?"

Abello scratched his chin, clearly not bothered as much by the question as Richard was. However, he did think a long while, hard and patient, but he could not quite think of an answer that would suit his or Richard's needs.

"Well, I only know that surely something will happen.

''Why talk of victory prematurely? ''

That's what She told me, yes.. perhaps we are not fit to ask questions, but deliver answers ourselves."

Richard let out an exasperated chuckle as he sat down, using a gravestone as comfort for his weary back. He looked up at the heavens for a moment, before nodding.

"Perhaps.. we are not even fit for that."