Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140921013227/@comment-5583506-20140925210035

If she had had the gold for it she would have gladly payed the healer for fixing her broken bones. But instead she had to threaten him into healing her. She wasn't proud of her actions, but what else was she supposed to do? She was unable to give him gold she didn't have and she couldn't work in order to earn the sum with two broken legs.

When she left the healer's hut she felt alot more alive than before.

I will never let myself be fooled again, she promised herself. ''Now when the Jun has finally revealed themselves as the pathetic scum they are, I am looking forward to tear every assassin they send my way to shreds. They couldn't kill me when I was a Knight, so instead they drove me to this. They wanted me to leave and become a commoner... Because that was the only way they could kill me without being called traitors for it! That must be it! They've been my enemies all this time! Every act, every word spoken was just a mask for their true intentions! And Ran'Jinro... did he know? No. No, he couldn't have. He was the only one who begged me to reconsider. But the others... Kavari? My uncle Jah'Rakal? ''

She spat in the ground. ''Just the thought of him sickens me. He looked at me and treated me like I was a piece of shit on the ground, when he knew all along that I was his niece. All because he despised my father. And in his last moments he chose to reveal this secret to me, as to twist the dagger in the wound before he died. He must have truly hated me... Well...''

She laughed out loud and maniacally as she walked the lonely, rainy streets of Riften. Tears of joy running from her eyes. "Jokes on you, Jah'Rakal! You are dead now! Dead! Dead! Dead! And I am alive! Alive because of your hatred towards me! I could have ended my life a long time ago as you would have wanted to, but instead I remained here. Why?"

She snickered. "For the sheer thrill of fucking with you! That's right! Fuck you, Jah'Rakal! I am alive! I will be alive! And you are dead!"

As she danced around on the silent market square chanting her dead dead dead, some guards observed her cautiously, afraid of interfering. Their training had taught them well not to respond to the rantings of mad people...