Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140105161122

Jack nodded to Daithi and was about to climb down when a mage suddenly appeared directly under Jack's foot. Jack quickly recoiled and looked down at the mage, scowling. He could cut the fellow's throat right now if he wanted to, but waited to see if the elf would meander off to look somewhere else first. When the elf did not move from his spot, Jack let out a low grumble of frustration and drew a knife.

The Justiciar, having heard the sound of a knife being drawn, looked up and blasted Jack off the tree limb before the poor Breton had a chance to react. Jack fell to the ground with a thud and was barely able to get to his feet before a ball of flame went flying past. He decided now would be a pretty good time to run, so he quickly turned tail and fled into the marsh, the Thalmor in hot pursuit. He could vanish into the shadows at any given time, of course, but he decided it might be best to lose them in the swamp.

Still, he hoped Daithi and Byran were following him. He would need their help if the Thalmor caught him, as he couldn't take the nine remaining Justiciars all by himself.