Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140528025208/@comment-12599067-20140605154953

(So we have Anaril threatening to squeal about all the things Volarano did while in the employ of the Thalmor, the group saying most known Altmer are pompous snobs, a sentient rope, a quick and hushed conversation concerning the fact that nobody likes Anaril, and a battle with an extremely powerful female Dremora. Please, do tell if I skipped over something.)

(Also, Shilly, on an unrelated note, I also need you on chat when and if time permits.)

Volarano, who had now officially joined the ''Kill Anaril! ''bandwagon and had been trying to decide the best course of action, was caught off guard when the Dremora appeared and was forced to drop Eirik and cover his ears when the Valkynaz shrieked. The minute the Dremora ceased, he conjured a bow and opened fire, nocking bound arrows and firing at the monstrosity before him while at the same time trying to keep the savages at bay.

When another shriek resounded through the air, Volarano cringed and prepared to cover his ears, then realized the sound was coming from somewhere behind them. He whirled with an arrow nocked, prepared to fire at what he suspected to be another Valkynaz. Instantly he was flattened as a gray blur went shooting past him and into the fray with an snarl somewhere inbetween that of a wild animal and a furious warrior. When he looked up to see what fresh horror had arrived, he was met with something that looked like it had been born from a nightmare.

Standing easily over seven feet tall and sporting a pair of wings like that of a bat, the demon flung itself into the fray, ripping through anything within arm's reach with talons the color of an empty void. When the creature had cleared enough room it rose into the air, levitating just above the ground with some unknown magic. A red glow appeared in one palm before the demon cast a spell into the crowd, creating an explosion of crimson light that sapped the life force of the foes before it. Oddly enough, this creature was feminine as well, but it fought with such ferocity that it may as well have been an avatar of pure bloodlust, without any emotion or thought other than savage fury.

Finally, Volarano came to his senses. He rose to his feet with his bow in hand, then looked between the Valkynaz and the demon. After a moment, he made up his mind and aimed an arrow at the monster that was tearing through the savages, then hesitated for a brief moment before he let fly.