Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140122191857

Rashka mounted his horse with a painful grunt and rode after Ertius. The poison was not all gone out of his body system, but it was enough to keep him standing on two legs. His head was swirling and he saw everything in doubles.

Damn you, Rashka, he thought. ''She stood right in front of you, all you had to do was to say: "I love you of all my heart, Luna!" And yet you didn't! Why?! Idiot! You stupid fool! You love her... ''

He felt so stupid he just wanted to draw his dagger and stab it deep into his heart. Cyrelas had left for Dagoth Ur and Luna had rode after him as fast she could.

Perhaps she actually loved him? It wouldn't be a surprise for him if she did. They were both of elfkin, perhaps they were more fitting to each other. How could she ever love a man like himself? He was blunt, he admitted it. He was unscrupulous, rude and untrustworthy. Cyrelas was proud, intelligent and charming (at least in elven standards). How could they not be the perfect match?

No. He refused to think of it that way. A murdering, back-stabbing bastard of a Khajiit was the man he used to be, now he was a hero. And he would prove it the way heroes do. He would protect Cyrelas from the dangers in Dagoth Ur, he would repay his life debt to Ertius and then, he swore, he would tell Luna the truth: that he loved her, how he wanted to be with her and was willing to give up his wicked ways. All for her sake...