Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-29458028-20140907235545

(Lel)

A group of farmers surround Clair, wielding pitchforks. The leader looked like some sort of priest, who said in a high, whiny voice "Now we have daedra that look like mortals? Demon, why have you come?"

The priest prepared some basic magic for attack while the farmers closed in

Francois walked towards what he thought her was the direction to the cities. His mental map told him he didn't know where he was, but judging by the lack of any guards or semblance of order, he guessed it was the imperial simulacrum. "It's the third era. Damned it, my promotion! How long will we have to wait before we can go home?"

(It is the fifth year of the imperial simulacrum.)