Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140426152128/@comment-3293219-20140429100139

"There, happy now?" Gert snapped as Tor began to weigh the necklace in his hand.

"Almost..." He muttered before snatching it from her neck, tearing it away from her and stepping back.

"Ha, mine!" He said, with glee to the both of them as he stuffed the necklace into his pocket.

"You're such an asshole, you're lucky that you didn't kill her and get us both in trouble!"

"Oh, lay off me will you? I got her to shut up at least..."

Neither of the two men saw Set, who was stood behind them, holding the tool in his left hand. He wrapped his arm around Tor's neck and jammed the tool into his back, causing him to judder and scream out, the electricity passed through Set as well but his rage and desire to kill Cray kept his standing.

He eventually pulled the tool away, letting Tor fall to the floor before shambling over to Gert, who drew a mace from around his belt.

"Okay buddy, just...

Take it easy now..."

The Bosmer ignored him, taking another step closer, like some sort of zombie. He held the tool, ready to jam it into Gert's stomach but he found that his grip was loosening and his knees began to shake.

He stood on the spot, slightly wobbly, for a few brief moments before the tool slid out of his hand and fell to the floor. He felt his vision darken as he stumbled to the ground. Leaving Gert stood on his own, trembling at what had just happened...

"Akatosh's scaly cock..." He said, breathlessly as he paced around the room, looking back to Julie.

Several guards burst into the room, seeing a prisoner and a guard on the floor.

"Drop yo-!"

"We're fine, just get them to the infirmary!" The Breton snapped, glancing up to Julie.

He sighed and pulled up a chair as they were carried out, burying his face in his hands.

The two of them were left alone...