Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140107195049/@comment-24123288-20140110085405

I hate my life.

Eilonwyn was now sitting in a clearing of the forest. She had given up running a long time ago and was now merely waiting for the inevitable.

I hate this spear.

She was staring at the Spear of Bitter  Mercy whilst she waited. When she had uncorrupted it, it didn't change form like it did for Corelas. It looked pretty intimidating. Just like aa weapon of such power should.

The Dunmer sighed, looking in the direction of the camp again. At least she knew he was alive.

''Probably never see him again now. I'll be spending my time running from Tyranil...''

Tears welled up in Eilonwyns eyes at that thought. The rest of her life will be spent protecting the spear. Running was futile anyways but she had to try!

I hate you.