Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150428005035/@comment-24760123-20150428224815

This is how it will end.

Like a unfinished note. Like a half formed thought.

A life that was never lived to the fullest, or the greatest.

Dvorak Star-Strider was going to die in the sand dunes of Hammerfell.

In a few years, he would have been forgotten, never forgiven.

This was Dvorak's curse. To never be forgiven for his birth, or deeds for that matter.

This was Dvorak's legacy. To begin wars, not end them.

Oh, how he wanted to simply forget when time began.

There's no rewind button, boys.

So, put your head in your hands and just breathe.

The half breed took his last breath, a long sigh.

Of relief? Of despair?

No one would know now.

(There, the Dvorak issue's fixed. Now to come up with a new one...)