Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150615234235/@comment-25038310-20150617120911

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: Alador1666 wrote: ((I gtg, but can I first ask where everyone is?)) (All over the place, Alador.  Wayrest, Whiterun, Skyrim border, Markarth, and Skaven in Hammerfell.) (No, Alador, you missed my post.)

((Oh, apologies.))

"Perhaps you can aid those who fight against them?"

"I prefer solitude."

"You always did, but.. is that really the best to prefer? You have always worked better in a group, rather than on your own."

"I don't need to rely on others."

"Yet you did before.. that happened. You should not let such losses change who you are or what you do."

"I don't have to. I told you, I am fine. I will still fight against those that wronged so many others and me."

"Make sure that what you do will not become your undoing. The terror still hunts you down for what your group did."

''"And I will keep beating it until it will eventually fall, damn it. It grows stronger, sure, but I will not falter before it." Alexander said, rising up and darting out of the inn. The old man glanced after him as he exited the small establishment.''

''"Until your dying breath.." The man muttered, before dissapearing out of sight as he closed the door, watching Alexander as he got on his black stallion.''

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Skaven. Alexander was not completely sure how he had ended up here. It was simply one job - he was starting to become a savage mercenary instead of his esteemed knight status that he lost when his group disbanded.

The sandy slopes of the desert were.. unappealing to Alexander. His armor did not bother him much, although some redguards on the way had stared in surprise at the knight, as if wearing a full suit of armor in the scorching desert was considered insane.

Or perhaps they were looking at his bloodied crimson spear, which looked extremely threatening and intimidating from a distance.

Who knew. The 'Desert Skulls', were dead now, and Alexander had taken the meagre amount of septims he was rewarded with. The trader chuckled when Alexander had left with the reward. Bartering or speech was obviously not one of the knight's best qualities, although he didn't mind. The reward was more than enough for him anyways.

Enough to buy a small drink in the local inn of the city; atleast..

He lowered his head as he entered the inn, almost hitting the top of the door post when doing so. He looked at the people around the inn for a moment, before heading over to the bar.