Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140407190411/@comment-27783182-20140420212942

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: (I will let you make a new character, but you may only have one dragonborn at a time. To make a new one, the last one must die.) (Alright. I will do this right now.)

"I will thank Kyron later. But now, I must return to Orsinium. Farewell, friend!" Orabug said.

She grabbed the rope and attached it to a nearby sharp rock, presumably slippy and it was covered in snow. She slowly climbed down from the mountain.

Suddenly, the rope started to slip from the rock because of the snow. The blade-like tip of the rock cut the rope in two halves, sending Orabug downhill.

Orabug shouted in fear of death as her body was being thrown downwards thanks to the law of physics. Her body soon turned into a corpse when she hit the ground, where remains of dead warriors with their swords upwards, which stabbed Orabug in the back, right between her lungs.

Blood was spilt everywhere right before the eyes of Karliah and Frargo (and maybe Kyron :P), and Orabug's dead corpse was sent downhill, where a pack of wolves started to fed on her.