Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140210215513/@comment-5583506-20140213123601

Rashka just sat against the wall and watched. He did want to help the others, but he just couldn't bare himself to get up and do it. He was too depressed about his life... about everything. When did he ever feel like this before? Never? It didn't feel good inside him, anyhow.

''You really are the worse Khajiit alive, aren't you? ''A voice said within him. ''You have taken lives at random for gold or for pleasure. You have slept with countless women and left them all alone with bastards in their bellies. You have betrayed your own kin. You have dishonored your father. You have stolen things beyond counting. You let your half-brother die. And now your own daughter might be dying because you allowed it to happen. And you dare to selfishly feel sorry for yourself? Get up, you miserable wretch! Get up and help them! It will not redeem your accursed soul, but you might do some good deeds before you leave this world.''

Rashka got up and walked over to Iris who had vomitted on the ground. "Are you all right?" he asked rubbing the blood out of his eyes.