Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140817142759/@comment-18750685-20140820172043

"You!"

Saren embraced the scent of festering, maggot-infested gored bodies, as it reminded him of his time in the 'recovery' teams and the enseuing Battle of Kvatch.

''While others celebrated the crowning of a new Arena Grand Champion, Saren's band of outcasts and war criminals piled their brothers' and sisters' carcasses. While others defended their home and held off Altmeri invaders, they rid bodies of maggots. While others did something actually important and received commendations, his group washed their hands of intestines, skin, blood and excréments. There was nothing more disgusting than their line of work.''

"You, the Dunmer!"

''When another battle erupted near their location as their selected dead soldiers among a field of Altmer, Bosmer, Khajiit and Imperials, Saren told his small band he had enough of cleaning someone else's mess. They needed their honour and ranks back. Not for the salary, but because soldiers who fell useless become useless. Or so they felt. So when Saren offered to volunteer in Kvatch's defence, all followed him.''

"What, what, what?" Saren asked in surprise as he snapped out of his flashback.