Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140129214229/@comment-24449631-20140131191153

Rowan's Downfall
After Vidron was defeated Rowan had enough of travelling. Yes, vidron was defeated but in his opinion the price they paid was far too high and risky. Seeing people he got to know and love suddenly get killed of like that didn’t bode with him well. So he said his goodbyes and headed for home, for Riften.

He felt a relief leaving behind the gang. Sure, he was sad that their partnership had ended, but just so very relieved he didn’t have to go through that loss process again. The life of those adventurers was far too emotionally scarring for him to ever be a proper part of them. The whole way back to Skyrim Rowan was lost in thoughts. Thinking, what he’d do with his future, His father’s fishery? Maybe. Probably not but still, one must keep open the avenue of possibility. Oh how glad Heppni, (Rowan’s father) would be to see his son back. Naturally he wouldn’t show it at first. He’s for too noble to admit to his emotional sides.

Rowan then remembered the other members of his family. Kona, his younger sister. Sterk, his younger brother, and of course his daring Ma. Sigur. How he missed her cooking, sure she was a strong and loud woman, but with a hard of gold and cooking skills that could easily rival the gourmets… Rowan smiled as he remembered all the sorts of delicious dishes his mother used to prepare. Lots of Fish dishes, actually. No surprise since we owned a fishery. Kona was probably bartering with the merchants in the town square. Rowan just realised she must have been right there on the market place when that Imperial showed of those goods. He regretted he didn’t search for her. Or for any of his family members for that matter. But it was probably the feeling of guilt that he left so sudden that kept him from it. No matter though… He would soon join them again.

Rowan suddenly ran out of memories to cherish. Just the exact moment he walked under the shadow of a giant mushroom.

He stood still, and took in Morrowind’s sounds of nature, the sounds of birds calling in the weirdest of voices. And animals that sounded like cows but he was sure they weren’t. There was almost no wind, and the sun shone bright through the cleared sky. He then looked back and saw Red Mountain lie behind him. He sighed, and walked on.

Now, remembering all the good things about the adventures with Eilonwyn, Nish, Corelas, Felund, Amdzel, Elledan… All of them. It all looked so far away, and yet not a year had passed since he first met all of them. But when you travel with such a company… it’s hard to explain but, you create some sort of bond, a bond only fellow adventures can talk about. People who saved each other’s lives countless times, people with whom you’ve known the true definition of fear, sadness and joy. And yet, Rowan decided he would leave all that behind, and head back to Riften. Now with a small, just a small mind you. A small sense of disappointment. In himself. But he knew he had taken the right decision...

Or so he thought.

