Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-5735114-20140901213125

(Just in case.)

Tivyl chuckled as he walked away from Solitude, taking care to avoid the roads due to the hightened activity of Imperial Soldiers lately. They were annoying enough at times of peace. But he didn't have to worry about that. The Dark Elf hardly ever came into contact with soldiers once he figured out the safest ways to move about outside of cities, and his way out of Solitude was through the forest to the west of the road.

The main strategy was to just stay away from major points of interest entirely. That was easy enough most of the time, but the Infernos tended to be inept hunters, so gold was needed from time to time to purchase food. A poor old Dark Elf who wore black robes in memory of his beloved recieved cheap food from farmers just outside of Whiterun.

Tivyl chuckled again. What people will believe...

His parents were living proof of that. Ignorant gullible fools, both of them. They were slowly killing themselves and him, so he left them as soon as he could. Tivyl didn't like to think too much of their condition after he left them, and he occasionally wondered if they were still even alive. He tried to shrug those thoughts off quickly. He was alive, and that was what mattered.

The Dark Elf's train of thought was broken by a brief red glow on the far left of his peripheral vision; someone had passed by on the road. The brief glow wasn't bright enough to be soldiers; they always travelled in large groups. It passed too quickly to be farmers.

''Must've been a carriage... Probably supplies for the soldiers.''

While Tivyl wouldn't mind getting his hands on them, it would be pointless to try without a group of armed bandits. The supply carriages didn't stop for poor old elves on the sides of roads. He knew that all too well...

The Dark Elf sighed. Whenever he thought too much of the past, his mood plummeted.

''Perhaps that's why I joined the bandits. They don't think at all...''