Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-3293219-20140213233154

Kaizen stepped through the grand gates of Skingrad, the second biggest city in the province of Cyrodiil and the greatest importer of wine in Tamriel. There was little pollution as the growth of industrialisation had been stalled in Skingraad as the countryside was needed for the growth of the grapes for the fine wines that are produced in the town. Many rich, noble families lived here to reap the benefits of industrialisation, without having to expose themselves to the stink and grotty look that the factories brought with them. The polluted air, the urchin children, who are days away from being submitted to the poor house... It was the best of both worlds as long as you were rich enough to afford property here and the life style...

The Black Argonian had never seen industrialisation, first hand before... a motor car, that was on its way to the Imperial City, drove at them, furiously, blasting on its horn. The thing was incredibly slow, Kaizen could walk faster and he'd gladly tear it apart, melt it and use the metal to make something useful like a sword or armour.

He did see the usefulness in industrialisation but he still believed it to be crippling to society or rather its people. Rifles made killing men easy. Motor cars reduce the need to walk and machinery reduces the need for manual labour. To Kaizen, this was the first step towards a weaker society, all races would become brittle and the world will soon be a place in which soldiers were dead, the second that they dropped their weapon and people would die on the roads from not being able to walk more than a few miles before their bodies collapsed and they expired.

These tools made life easy...

Too easy...

The Black Argonian looked back at Petra, genuinely feeling bad for her. He knew what it was like to be mislead by those who are meant to be your family, your friends. Both he and Pelinal were told that they were prodigies, from a young age. The difference between them, was that he was smart enough to know better, whereas Pelinal was not...

"C'mon..." He said, softly. "We're almost at the chapel."

