Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160218224245/@comment-24141785-20160221221312

6 years ago...

The tall shadows of the walls stood high and proud as the morning sun erupted from the horizon. The stronghold, nestled deep in the mountains, was bursting with activity. Battle-ready orcs were training in the courtyard, their blades' clashes echoing throughout the stronghold.

Yashgal was sitting by a canopy, sharpening up her sword. She wanted to join in the training, but from the spitefulness of the men, it was clear she would have to do it in secret.

She had to do lots of things in secret. Whenever she wanted to read a book, chat with her fellow orcs or try to learn more about staff-enchanting, she would have to do it away from most other orcs. She wanted to leave the stronghold, to pursue a life more than just killing.

Fate, on the other hand, seemed to be declining her aspiration...

To her, the worst part was the fact she couldn't pursue  what she wanted: to become a mage. No matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to cast a solitary spell... She was a Squib. Even if her life was threatened, she wasn't able to use magic.

"Yashgal. The chieftain wants you."

The Orc sighed. No matter how quiet she was, or how secluded away she was, that petty bastard always managed to find her. She resented him. Everything an orc lived for: honour, fair and justified, was the complete opposite for him.

"Tell him... Tell him I'll be with him shortly..." Yashgal wearily answered back, just about holding off from slacking him off. As she rose to her feet, a faint sound of charging could be heard...

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24 months ago...

''They said this was the final job... Let's hope they were bullshitting about that...''

Heavy rain filled the streets of Riften: the city deathly silent. Coyle sat on one of the rooftops, looking out onto the lifeless city. At one point in time, Riften's nights had been nothing less than safe and enjoyable. There would have been outdoor parties, bartenders serving in the town's centre, and a wide array of different people. This was a time that Coyle would have enjoyed...

But now, thanks to him and a variety of people: mercenaries, thugs, thieves & even assassins... The once active nights had become desolate - people too fearful to go out atatt

The Redguard sighed. Once this job was done, he'd have to probably find another way to quell his thrill-seeking persona.

Mariee would have hated to see me in this state...

That was, if Mariee wasn't a manipulative cunt...

The Redguard pulled the cowl over his head, before leaping off of the roof and disappearing into the embrace of the night. Somehow, he felt as if this wasn't going to turn out in his favour...

Not like that ever stopped him before.