Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140613224928/@comment-3293219-20140615234640

"I am all that's left..." The Argonian hissed, narrowing his eyes.

"I tried to hold things together... After you took Sarge? But we lost two of our number to the cold..."

He stepped forward, sighing heavily as he thought about it some more.

"We went south, like he told us but we didn't even make it to the Imperial City before we were attacked by bandits, who used to be Cray's slavers... When I heard that Alessia had been destroyed, I went back there, to see if I could find any trace of my friend..."

The Argonian stepped forward once more, out of the shadows and into the torchlight, revealing the wrinkles and scars on his tattered, whethered, war torn face. He was quite an old man, his eyes hollow and vacant, nothing left in his life to be held in them.

"I found nothing but wreckage, a ruin, which had been torn apart and abandoned, burned to the ground, I searched for hours and I eventually found him, in the ash and rubble. Closest thing he ever got to a burial...

You say that I'm stopping you from reaching happyness... But at least happyness can still be reached, it's tangeble but me? I've lost everything...

You took it from me...

And now? It's time I show you, what it is to have nothing..."