Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-5543592-20141116045847

"I was in the Solitude dungeon.  They'd recently put me in for life, for repeated theft. I broke out using telekinesis." Tomas was down playing it big time. He had practically gone into a psychotic rage after they had flogged him for the last time. "Weltrod heard about it and recruited me for the Academy.  In the cart Weltrod was asking me about my life.  I mentioned how I planned to become a Stormcloak after I got out of the Academy." Tomas took a deep breath. The scars on his back felt hot. Why were they burning? "One of my escorts didn't like that  He didn't do much, but it was enough.  We started an argument and I lost it.  I attacked the guy.  They put my hands in the sack so I couldn't use any more magic, and gagged me because, well, my language got a little foul.  He scratched his head with his free hand.  "Now that I think of it, it's odd that Weltrod didn't break it up. It's like he wanted to see how I would react."