Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-25327264-20141025103246

Tarrov electrocuted the man running away, killing him. One of his mages fell as the guards charged in with their swords. Fire and ice rained upon them. The guards fell, as did the mages. Tarrov sliced the horses jugular, the commander fell on the snowy ground. Blood splattered on his face. Only three mages were left, no guards were left, only the unconcious Templar. The mages difigured the deads faces beyond recognition, leaving nothing but bone on the head, with no muscles, but the eyes in their sockets. "What about the live one sir?" a mage asked.

"Leave that to me." Tarrov snarled, using the dagger he sliced open half the face. After Tarrov had finished, half of Alarics face was exposed muscle tissue, and would now longe be able to use his right leg. "Drag him out, and let him rot in Coldharbor." Tarrov said, the mages dragged Alaric and dropped him in the icy water. "Good hunting gentlemen!"