Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-5735114-20131230225448

The Presence intesified its light, causing small amount to shine though Tyranil's fingers. Knowing this defense would last no longer, Tyranil teleported to a corner of the room, hoping the shadows would obscure him long enough for him to figure out what was going on. ''Riften...? Just to give you an update, in case you didn't know, you're currently trying to kill me inside the Red Mountain...''