Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150912165220/@comment-29559990-20150916223113

Vordel sat uncomfortably on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. This was starting to become just a tad bit much. On a mission to fight the emperor of tamriel. In a relationship that was already taboo because of racial reasons. Trying to patch things up with some backstabbing cat. And now, there was this thing. This fucking thing. This... this...

"Gah... why can't things ever be so simple..."

Vordel sat up, and stared out across the balcony, unsure of what he wanted to do. The shame, the fear, and the guilt were starting to get to him. He looked down to his axe, and calmly slipped the thing out of it's holder. He gazed at it for a moment, before pressing the cold and unforgiving steel against his own neck. Vordel held the axe there for a while, contemplating the consequences and results of taking the axe deeper.....

After that while, he through the axe down to the floor and rolled over on his side. He was in need of a nap.