Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150207130230/@comment-29559990-20150208234355

"Yeah... Misfortune..." Talyn muttered, recalling that fateful day like it was yesterday... ______________________________________________________________________

(Thar's Flashbacks in that there post!)

Talyn was taking a stroll through the city, looking on at the dunmers who inhibited the city, occasionally collecting a greeting from the common folk.

It all happened so quickly. Some dark elf passing by suddenly ripped him from his path and threw him to the ground. This dark elf was soon on top of him, and he was desperately struggling to get him off. In the midst of it all, he felt a sharp stinging pain in his neck, and he let out a wail. However, he had managed to fling him off and plant a knife in his neck, and he let this bastard drown in his own blood.

As the last bit of life drained out of him, Talyn felt a strange sensation go through his body. The sun had become much more intense now, as if the heat had just increased by a great margin. He couldn't quite describe it, but he knew what had happened when he rubbed over his neck and felt two small incisions...

Gods, No...

(That's all, folks!) ______________________________________________________________________

Back in present times, he was still looking down at the floor, bearing little emotion.

"I have to ask." He said, breaking yet another long silence. "What happened to our Father? Did he ever get what he had coming to him?"