Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150123171346/@comment-5614539-20150125040522

Talion left, anger evaporating his misery. He never made anything work right. He walked into the training halls, and stacked up piles and piles of bricks, placing them one by one on a platform and smashing them to pieces until they were all gone. When he was finished, he sat down, his hands hanging limply. The skin was gone from the knuckles, and all that was left was flesh and bone, and the former was teetering on the point of disconnecting from the latter. He sat there, his head looking down, sobs of anger, rage, pain, misery and loneliness wracking his body.