Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151205183208/@comment-29559990-20151206132700

"Mhm..." Vordel rolled his eyes. "Do you think you could walk to that door and back without falling down?"

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Kazrris, meanwhile, was slipping deeper and deeper into an awful depression at his corner. He looked woefully at Vordel and Zaydate, growing more jealous with each passing second. It had come so easy for them. No extra bullshit, no struggles, nothing. Except for the occassional Lotnekov, everything had gone a-ok for them...

Why could nothing go right for him, it seemed? Meyhaps it was because of his years that he raided and looted with those bandits. The gods had taken from him any chance of ever having something go right for him due to his crimes. Or maybe he was just born to be a failure. After all, there's two types of people in this world; the ones born to succeed and the ones who make the successful ones look all the more better...