Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131213224841/@comment-3293219-20131215225458

Corelas didn't hear, he was in some sort of trance.

''Is this... what it's come to? Is this was the order consists of now?!''

He looked away from bodies and made his way over to a nearby rock, seething with rage.

First Larius' uncaring, unfeeling generation that ruled through fear and brutality and now...

He cringed at the thought of it, his order, the people who he once knew who would eagerly die to protect Tamriel and her people were just a memory now and he was just a bad reminder of that.

He slowly began to feel empty, as if his sould was slowly leaking out of his body as he came to the sad realisation.

He was the minority...

Nish looked back at Corelas but didn't speak to him, he didn't look like he was in a talking mood. Most likely, because he'd just killed two of his comrades.

"Corelas said that this place is crawling with them... looking for 'assistants of the altmer king." Nish explained.

"Though, the way he told it? They seemed to be putting the blame on any poor sod who was unfortunate enough to get in their way."