Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131213224841/@comment-24123288-20131218123129

(Figured as much :P)

The 5 Thalmor that Eilonwyn were currently facing, gave up all pretences of negotiation.

"Fine." One said. "Our King, Ferrin, didn't say you had to be concious when he asked for you to be brought before him!"

''Ferrin!? But he's still in...''

''Oh what has he done... ''

Eilonwyns thoughts were cut short as five elven swords swung at her. With a cry of shock, she jumped back and avoided them.

"Wait!" She called out. Trying to stall for time. "Can't you just say you never found me?"

"No." They all yelled simultaneously.

The Dunmer sighed and quickly clambered up into a tree.

"Do you want to die!?" She pleaded. "Just leave me alone!" ''Tyranil! Scythe. Now. Please! ''

"Our King needs to speak with you. He is very...cross..."

Eilonwyn groaned, there was no avoiding this. "Fine...death for you fools it is!" She hissed.

Suddenly she jumped out of the tree and spun in the air. As she spun, Tyranils Scythe appeared in her hands. She landed in the middle of the group and quickly twirled while crouching.

She grinned as blood rained down onto her. Five swords dropping onto the ground with a clang. Five Altmer falling with a thud. Dead.

''Thank you! ''Eilonwyn thought as the scythe vanished. She leant against the tree and panted as the sounds of more boots grew closer to her.

Oh the disadvantages of being a vampire...