Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140221211800/@comment-5583506-20140304230553

Rikki covered her mouth with her hands in fear at the sight of the dying Altmer, the sight of her dying freedom. She had doomed herself. She had played the wrong hand by relying on the idea that Alacantor would take her out of there and now he was dead. She sank to her knees, didn't know what to do or what to say. What was the point of it all anyway? She was a dead woman by now, she just didn't know it yet. But in the end, what difference did it matter? She had been born inside this camp, fitting that she would die in it as well.

All she could do was wait until she heard the harsh voice from some guard to follow him or her to the block. And that would be the end... The dreams of the sands of Elsweyr seemed to fade into nothing, as if she had never dreamed of getting free in the first place.