Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131213224841/@comment-24280666-20131215164548

"Fine" said Nesros. "My name is Nesros. The Altmer sent me under charges of you assaulting a Justiciar. They are operating in the White-Gold tower. Go and kill them if you want. I guess I'll just wait." "No. You will go and kill the leader yourself. I will put a curse on you. If you do not have the blood of your leader on your hands in 30 minutes, you will die. And before you are concerned about location, look out the window." Ferrin opened the curtains and out of his window was the imperial city. He cut the ropes off Nesros and led him to the door. "Your gear is under that tree. Go get it. Return to me with the blood or you will die. I need it. Go." Nesros walked out of the cabin. Underneath a tree he saw his gear. He grabbed it out of a little hole that was there. After he had properly equipped himself, he realized his skin was emenating an odd glow. Most likely the curse. Nesros began to walk to the White-Gold tower.