Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141204044051/@comment-16669347-20141207151314

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Gaius was sparring with a group of Templars. He was easily beating them.

"How is it I continue to beat you well into my fifties?" Gaius asked them.

"You're fifty? You don't look it."" One of the younger Templars said.

Gaius looked at his reflection in his armor. It was true, in the last twenty or so years Gaius had barely seemed to age. He still looked like he was in his early thirties or so. It wasn't just his looks though, he didn't even slow down or feel like he aged. Most people would have been happy but it felt like a curse to Gaius.

Gaius' own son only looked a few years younger than Gaius, like they could have been brotheers. Heather and Etaret looked older than him even though he was in fact the older one. It was especially bad with Heather, Gaius could see her weakening and becoming slower with age while he continud on fine and he was starting to realize that he might out live her by a long time.

He sighed, it was sad but there was nothing he could do about it.

Etaret watched as dozens of Dunmeri familis entered the city of Windhelm. He had agreed to open his Hold to them after the eruption of Red Mountain. He had also sent soldiers and Templars to help stabiliz the province.