Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24818339-20140409225419/@comment-24843613-20140413185947

Byerik woke up the next day and was changing when reality came and hit him hard in the face.

He had joined a rebellion.

Today was the day things changed.

His heart started to pound in his chest, an odd excitement came over him. He was part of the cause again, just like when he was 12.

Images of the time he spent with the group filled his mind. Bloodied faces, severed limbs. The desperation of trying to heal them when his magicka quickly depleted. Byerik took a look at his hands, took a deep breath, finished changing and went outside his room.

-- The previous night, Raddan had investigated the several entrances to the sewers he and everyone else could use. They'd agreed they would all enter at different times, obviously to not arouse suspicion. Seated at the bar, Raddan took a look around. The inn had a capacity of 35 people. 15 were opposers. He gazed at said opposers, and went back to drinking his mead. He was lost in thought, until he noticed Byerik showing up. The two Nords nodded to each other, the younger one making his way out of the inn.