Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-29458028-20141122131145

(Datadragon is ready to "eat" Fanari ... wait, this is just a story XD)

Siris sat morosely at the benches, tired from his training sessions with the Augur of Dunlain. He really wanted to be like his father, great with magic, filled with knowledge, fast and accurate with a blade. Essentially the perfect Battlemage. Except he didn't want to write like his father, have unkempt long hair or shave.

Siris polished the silver sword his father had given him to train, sitting in silence. On his eighteenth birthday, he was promised armor and a real sword. He would have to wait. It suckked been a kid, nobody took you seriously.

Even when you showed them you were better than them.

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Annalyse was walking from Windhelm to her next stop, as she left after the bad elf revealed himself. She was skipping Riften after her father told her of a place filled with horrible people that ate children for breakfast and commited henious crimes (sorry Zyz, for the defamation (or is it?), Raydin is not going to want his daughter to visit the Rift as she gets into trouble all the time)

She would go to Whiterun next.