Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-5583506-20150310210135

The streets of the Imperial City was more crowded than he would have expected of the Cyrodiilic capital. People were arguing with each other, they were purchasing from stalls and stores, they were carrying heavy crates loaded with unknown content. Pretty much what was to be expected of a major city, yet somehow the town was not at all what he had imagined when he had first heard of it.

They dragged him across the cobblestoned city streets and into the renowned Elven Gardens District. He wasn't all that fond of elves. He knew his history well enough to know that the Khajiits had been the slaves of the Dunmer for centuries, and how the Altmer had split Elsweyr into two states, creating a civil war, during the events of the Third Aldmeri Dominion. The only good thing elves had brought with them was their women. He found elvish girls to be good-humoured, gourgeous, and easy to lure into bed. They also made love more passionately than their human or Khajiiti equivalents.

"Here we are", said Mila and opened a large mansion door.

Rashka had no intention of dying so young. At least not by the hands of Xa'Donjari. He had always anticipated to die from a skooma overdose or more likely a venereal disease. Death seemed to be closer than anything else by this point...