Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-29559990-20150102201600

Efmrider wrote: (Daedra was laughing at me because I posted on the wrong RP.  See his quote of my post about Conall & Kasra, above.)

(I wasn't try to make you feel bad about it. I was laughing because it seems like everyone has been posting on the wrong RP.)

Borskar took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His verbal assault was only hindering his objective, and he couldn't afford to fail that objective.

"Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you two." He sighed. "And I'm sorry for leaving you behind." He said to Kasa.

"I haven't been thinking clearly for the past few weeks. I've just been in a really big rush to end this. I'm sick of having to glance behind my back every second to see if theirs someone coming for me. Or Maven. Or Brynjolf. Or anyone else in The Rift."

Borskar pulled of his wristguards and rolled up the sleeves of hic cuirass a bit, revealing a set of scars and scorch marks on his wrists and arms.

"This is a product of this conflict. This is what happens when you let your guards down for even a minute. Capture, torture, repeat. And it's going to happen to everyone in the Cistern, in Riften, and anyone else in this hold. Now you can either help this hold thrive or watch it die. I'll let you decide."

The scars on his arms were deep, but there was one that Kasa noticed; it was a shadowmark that was engraved into his right hand. This shadowmark was a large circle with a small square inside of it. She couldn't get a closer look, however, as Borskar had already slid his Wristguards back on.