Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24280666-20140530221219

(No prob hell have asked a criminal instead.)

"Hey it's a damn Altmer! And by the way he speaks, a damn Talos hating one too... Wanna know what this is dirty elf? A damned pistol." Said the man who had recently killed an imperial guard. He approached Ferrin and put his gun agianst his head. Ferrin chuckled as he picked the man up and bent "his death" into a ball. He threw the man on the ground and conjured a fireball. He threw it directly at the man. It sizzled as it flew through the air and made a delight sound as teh man died. Suddenly, Ferrin realized that he was outside. In an alley. Already, men and women were gathering around him, shouting hateful words on account of his wizardry and because of his race. Ferrin felt anger. Ferrin felt rage. He looked up at the sky and began conjuring fireballs. He held them up in the air. After about one minute he had around fifty. He looked at the people now running from him. And Ferrin, for the first time in his new life, smirked.