Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141127202735/@comment-12599067-20150107052254

Efmrider wrote:

She ran full tilt into Varenwen and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her around to place her body between herself and Ranulf. She locked one arm around the Elf's throat in a choke hold and drove her dagger into the woman's back, just enough to let the tip pierce the skin right next to her backbone. "You traitorous wh--e!  You told me he wasn't hiding anything from us!" She then glared at Ranulf. If looks could kill he would have evaporated in flame in that moment.

"You Son of Dagon!  You knew!  You knew Clarent was a lieutenant of the Necromancer!  You sent us in there without telling us!  How could he even know Rowan much less lead us to him!?  Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you both right now!" Her fury was at fever pitch. Her Nord blood boiled in battle frenzy. It was all she could do not to sever Veranwen's spine right then. Veranwen had turned her attention to Kasra just as she had been dive-tackled. Under normal circumstances, she probably would have thrown Kasra aside like a ragdoll, but she was caught quite off-guard and didn't know what was going on until she felt a dagger point at her back.

Ranwulf had risen and whipped out his axe and sword within seconds, but the look of pure terror on Veranwen's face coupled with the slow, cautious shake of her head and tears at the corners of her eyes stayed his hand. He did, however, glare at Kasra, with a cold, heartless anger that showed that if she did a single damn thing to Veranwen, he would tear her limb from limb, all consequences be damned.

"Put the dagger down, lass," Ranwulf ordered, his vice grip on his weapons turning his knuckles white. "I don't know what in Oblivion you're talking about, but whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be just as easy to talk about it without someone being held at knifepoint," he said evenly, the intense, steely glare in his eyes challenging her to oppose him.