Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150331143004/@comment-32420582-20150404124238

Fire looked around at his work of art at slaughtering the bandits, he smiled in statifaction, he looked at his greatsword: It was dwemer greatsword he had found 18 years ago when exploring a Dwarven Ruins, it's grip was made out of leather, it had little bumps on it, and between the bumps there were gaps that were big enough to rest your fingers on. The pommel was made out of the golden dwarven metal that one would normally find, it was in top quality, the end of the pommel was shaped into a spike so it could cause damage if someone got hit with it, one could easily tell that the sword's owner looked after it quite well and constantly upgraded.

The cross-guard was also made out of the commonly seen dwemer metal, it was also sharpened like the pommel of the hilt, but the cross-guard had strange symbols carved into it, they were Dwemer words, which easily told that a Dwarven warrior would have wielded it before the Argonian that now had it. He had yet to translate the words however.

The chappe was also made out of metal, but it had a hardened leather covering on it, nothing special about it. The blade was made out of dwemer metal as well, but the fuller was white unlike the rest of the golden blade, the fuller had Jel words carved into it.

Fire knew the blade has an enchantment on it, but he had yet to figure out what it was, all he knew that it was binded to him, the blade was basically a part of him now until death. When he was wounded he noticed the blade gave him strength and gained it's own strength as he destroyed his foes, then it would return to normal.

Fire turned his attention from the blade and put it in it's scabbard, he looked to the bandits, he began dragging them into a pile, once that was done the red Argonian backed off then summoned two fire spells into his hands then threw the spells at the corpses and watched as they erupted into flames.

Fire glared at the burning bodies, "I am not honoring you cutthroats, I'm simply preventing many unwanted outcomes of by leaving your bodies to rot." he snarled at them, he turned around then scanned his sorroundings. He didn't even show any signs of been disturbed or worried from his madness when in combat.

''I wonder where you are, Frost, I wonder if you are with the Divines, Daedra, Hist or still alive, it's been 18 years since we last saw each other... When we had that arugment about me recklessly running off to find adventure and feeding my mental sickness -- This combat madness... ''Fire thought somberly.

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Ruin left the palace, he right away felt the cool night air attack his face, he took a deep breath, after a few seconds he exhaled then began wandering the city, he had no idea where he was going and really didn't care, as long as he had something to do besides sleeping or standing still.