Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160127045825/@comment-5583506-20160128045137

Ran'Jinro looked at Taervik curiously as the man gave out a laugh. There was nothing in particularly funny with the situation, albeit he reckoned that people had to cope with the event in their own way. Thousands of people had just died. Men, women, elderly and children. All of them had either been crushed by the falling debris as their city fell into ruins, or been devoured by the Beasts.

The Khajiit drew for breath and tried not to think about it. He could already feel the anguish welling up within him. The feeling of being totally helpless to do anything about it, even if this is what he had been trained for. It gnawed within him, until the point where he thought that he would either cry or scream out in a fit of rage. Naturally, he did nothing of this. But the possibility was always there...