Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140308235607/@comment-3293219-20140317213050

Larius sat in his room, scribbling in his journal to keep himself company as the sanctuary was deserted as everyone was out on assignments.

The former Thalmor was no stranger to solitude; he had spent most of the last twenty years on his own, whether he was D’llaro’s prisoner or Elsinian’s patient… He was more than adjusted to it, though he was fully aware of what happened to those who spent too much time in isolation.

He grew tired of writing in his journal and rolled out of bed, patrolling the halls of the sanctuary as he thought on his feet.

He disliked being here; he missed field work and the excitement of his days as a Thalmor Justiciar. His work was important; he had order and control over his own life…

Until that bastard beast took it away from him…

It would be more accurate to say that it was Corelas and his pet Breton, who took it away from him. His entire world ended that day and he was dragged to hell, where he would be forever tormented for being on the ‘losing side.’

Still, it’s not like Corelas got the better of things, in fact, he looked worse than Larius did, truly lost in his own mind… And what of that Breton? Most likely rotting in the Riften canal, probably fell in, face first, too intoxicated to save himself and ruin another night of the Dunmer he was courting. She’d probably have to bring up his mutant baby alone now, which would be ever so tragic…

The former Thalmor sighed, this bitterness and resentment wasn’t getting him anywhere but what else was there in his life? Kaizen was not a formal man and he didn’t exactly keep good company and he doesn’t exactly pick good lieutenants to watch over his little ‘empire.’

Somehow, he still had his doubts as to whether or not it was the same man…

The heretic, who took on the Nine Divines, crafting the ultimate weapon of power to crack open the heaven, step   inside and bring his wrath to the Gods of those who had wronged him. A rarely told but fascinating tale of good versus evil, though Pelinal never referred to it as such, it was almost as if he was remorseful of his deeds, almost as if he regretted killing his half brother so unfairly.

Of course, he’d never tell Kaizen that he knew any of this, if he was the real ‘Kaizen’ that is…

By now, Larius had made it back to his chambers; he took a deep breath and went back inside, hoping to write at his desk. He had some contract books to update and nobody else was willing to do them. Well…   Maybe Petra or that little oik that she brought back with her but she was stupid and he didn’t even look literate, so that was out of the question.

He sighed and took a seat, beginning to scrawl at the ledger as he thought back to his days at the embassy, wishing that he could go back…