Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150811143339/@comment-24760123-20150813030216

Hyperion, looking across Rivenspire, closed his eyes for a brief moment.

The crowd went wild as the latest challenger fell to the Titan of the East.

''The challenger, a Dunmer woman from the city of Blacklight, had fought hard, but not hard enough. Hyperion knocked off her helmet, and brought his battleaxe down on top of her.''

"Akatosh take you, Zenithar guide you."

The Gladiator exited the Windhelm arena, victorious.

''Sure, it wasn't much, but he was doing what he loved. Well, besides being an hero...''

''A guard walked up to him. "The Jarl wants to talk with you."''

"Hmm?"

"Jarl Soren needs to see you."

"Alright. Tell him I'll gladly join him for breakfast tomorrow."

"No, you don't understand, Jarl Soren needs to see you NOW."

Hyperion opened his eyes, and a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Someday, I'll return..."