Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161003205652/@comment-27025277-20161003235317

Faldras didn't shed a tear. He actually enjoyed the sound of her crying, a complete contrast to who he once was. Five years of nothing but pointless sacrifice, meaningless pain, and tears fallen in vain had made him cold hearted now. He wanted to weep but it wouldn't be of a broken heart. It would be for the last five years wasted of his life. Five years he can never get back. He hated her now... Hated how she held so much power over him, but that was over now.

As he walked, Faldras found a full tang sword with out its hilt or handle. The bosmer took the pointed tang and shoved it into his stump of an arm with a sinister growl of determination through pain. He then wrapped it with a piece if steel banding from a old set of armor. He then grabbed a shield still held by a rotten corpse and mounted it on his good arm.

With an almost evil glint in his stone set eyes, Faldras Fernthorn marched forward to the finish what he started five years ago...