Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161229041106/@comment-19164168-20170106153518

"Mmk then" the barkeep said, before taking out a "Sailor's Warning Grog".

"This booze is banned in ships for a reason. See for yourself" the man smirked.

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With the thugs out of the game, the barkeep decided to kick them out of his bar.

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Elisa was only bare-footed since, and she headed for the bed and sat down, waiting for Syaran suggestively...

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Victoria cleared her throat, and decided to speak up.

"I was born in the Imperial City, just during the beginning of the Second Great War. I was like any other child in the Empire; to serve the Emperor, uphold the law, and protect the citizenry.

Every child was conscripted into military training as early as the age of 12 for a program that trains the elite of the elites. I had to go through Oblivion to pass through all of it, but I wasn't the type to perform the duties of a front-line soldier. So they assigned me to the logistics section.

That's when they discovered my prowess in engineering. As in engineering Dwarven machinery and many more that makes the technology of other provinces look primitive. But..."

Victoria sighed for a bit, before answering once more.

"They weren't interested in technology not meant for war. So they made me make war machines. The new ranged weapon known as a 'firearm', artillery 'cannons' with explosive 'shells', and even salvaged Dwarven Automatons with powerful power/magic-resistant capabilities.

There was no freedom for me in the Empire. Every same day, they kept forcing us to serve the Emperor mindlessly for a 'better future', but where is it?"

Victoria covered her face with both hands, but not her mouth.

"To be honest with you, I am tired. Tired of creating technology that brought far more harm that that of good. All because that one man did not get what he wanted his way."

She then sat down and held her hands together.

"All I wanted to do... was to build great ships. For travel beyond the continent of Tamriel. I even made a flying ship once, but the Imperials kept it for themselves, just like all my other creations. I can't help but to feel responsible for everything that's happened so far... my hands are responsible for so much death, from creating weapons of war."

Victoria kept looking at the floor afterwards, falling silent.

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"Alright. Will do" Laura said, before she gestured for the girls to find their own rooms and call it a day.