Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-8209010-20130806172950/@comment-8209010-20130807204224

Pickleseller wrote: Lab Coat Billy wrote: Tiravas walked into a tavern and sat down, katana strapped to his back. He looked about nervously. The local Nords were all glaring at him in his armor, and he knew what was about to happen. He ordered some wine, and checked his pocket. ''The Amulet's still here. Good.'' His employers must be anxious to get their hands on it. After all, this shard could dictate the fate of Tamriel. A Nord wearing Steel armor started walking towards him. He got up and walked outside, into the blistering snowstorm. "Hey! Hey, you! Elf!" Tiravas turned. As he has suspected, he had been followed. "Gimme that amulet, Elf. Or else." Tiravas shook his head. "Sorry sir. Can't. It's rather important." The Nord pulled out his warhammer. "Not gonna ask twice. Give it." He stepped forward. Tiravas look around. No witness, no murder. He suddenly pulled out his katana and ran it through the Nord's gut. He then hurled the Nord off the cliffs of Winterhold, and took his form, and walked back into the tavern. Some guards heard and came during the murder. "Stop!' (WTF! You can't have the whole damn Amulet of Kings.)