Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-3293219-20140217234206

Kaizen walked down the lane, leading from the main gate to the town center, he knew that he had won...

He, slowly, paced through the streets, looking around as the common folk woke up to tend their shops and preserve their lives. A futile quest to create stability amidst the chaos...

He wandered over to the gates of Cheydinhal, looking upon them for the last time as the memories flooded through his mind. Before he died and before he was exiled…

His 'victory' had come at a great cost, to the point in which he questioned whether or not it was truly a victory. His sanctuary, home... it had been destroyed and ransacked by the town's people and he had been driven out. All of those memories, all that history… taken in the blink of an eye…

Would Belecha see this as a victory? Would The Old Man agree?

Though, Kaizen never cared for Caius' opinion on anything...

He sighed, heavily, as the gates came to a stop and he was let out, into the world...

I can't return to Fort Farragut empty handed...

Kaizen stopped and lowered his head, closing his eyes and thinking for a moment.

Suddenly, an idea came to him... something that he hadn't thought of in a long time. He turned back to the direction of Fort Farragut, wondering what would happen to it, to the Dark Brotherhood, during his absence...

But it was a risk he had to take; he had to look for a solution...

Kaizen fought every impulse that told him to go back as he, slowly, began to shamble up the Blue Road...