Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140409182001/@comment-24587225-20140410052905


 * Vyrnwulf arrives at the Abandoned Prison, now a keep of the Frozen Rocks, after sailing from Hjaalmarch, through the Sea of ghosts and the white river (I know about the waterfall, he just left the ship down there and... found some way to get up there. His comrades on the ship stayed there.).*

"I want to talk to Orynjolf Snow-Arm, chief of this keep." Said Vyrnwulf to the guards.

"And who are you?" Asked one of the guards, with an expression of disdain.

"I am the Warrock! But you know what, it is smart for you to doubt it. Now, move away, and pierce me with an arrow. Or at least try." Said Vyrnwulf.

The guard, with a half-smile, did as Vyrnwulf commanded, and had the most perplex face you can imagine as the arrow fell on the ground, without even scratching Vyrn (I'll just call him Vyrn while OOC talking)

As the guard got next to Vyrn again, Vyrn (if I say him/he it might create confusion wheter it's Vyrn or the guard) picked the arrow from the floor and slapped the guard with it. The arrow broke, although the guard had now some scratches of his cheek, and Vyrn went in to talk with Orynjolf (which I'll call Oryn while talking OOC by now).

(I'll leave it here, it's almost 2:30 AM here and I must sleep)