Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20131110183634/@comment-19365920-20131111023442

Nobody notices Jark El, standing atop a tall tower. It is nearing the end of Sun's Dusk, the 17th to be exact. A cold breeze blowws through his cloak. He watches over the town of Blacklight, feeling lonely, as if the cold makes everyone else not matter. He feels a certain comfort from it. Jark, however, cannot treasure this moment. He was sent to observe the town meeting and report ans signs of communism. He gently drops through the chimney, just enough so that he may hear what is going on, but not enough to be seen, heard, or to have enough smoke to make him cough. His lungs are used to ash, however, as you can expect a lot of ash in Morrowind. He hears as peopke enter, and listens in...

"Hello citizens of Blacklight..."