Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140407143747/@comment-24449631-20140418183559

Rowan felt himself going.

Tears started to run down his cheeks as he realised all he had done. It was certain he would never reach Sovngarde. No forever feast... Just rotting in oblivion as a sacreficed soul of Boethiah.

For the first time in a long while Rowan was absolutely scared. So scared even he couldn't make any sound.

Gwendolynn lifted her lips from his, some drops of blood fell down in his open mouth. She enjoyed every moment of it, the way how she had broken this treacherous Nord... Somehow exited her. As it once exited Rowan... Killing helpless husbands.