Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150212105049/@comment-29458028-20150214123709

''Raphael Fontaine ... his name was never in the records of anything. He was forever the mysterious, unknown man of unknown provenance, not known to most people, not close to most people. Raphael stayed in Helgen, silently, as just another normal citizen, in a normal house, unobserved and unmolested by the public. He trained his skills and abilities over time, in silence, alone. He learnt to control what he could do better. He learnt to fight with his left hand.''

''The most important lesson, though, that Raphael learnt, was that he had to let go. The past would haunt him, whether he cared or not, whether he faced it or ran away. He went back to the resting place of where his deceased beloved lay and exhumed the Dreamstrider and Liminal Necrosis.''

''Both weapons were badly damaged. Dreamstrider was broken into three, Liminal Necrosis was corroded by its own power. Raphael cleaned up his former sword. Time had eroded the enchantment and the base blade wasn't as useful as Crimson Vision anyway.''

''Thr broken Dreamstrider's shards lay in a display case, while Raphael carried the refurbished, but unenchanted Liminal Necrosis with him. He watched in the shadows, a silent sentinel.''