Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131128185142/@comment-3293219-20131201211715

Corelas stood at the entrance and devised his plan to enter.

"Well... we could go in as circus performers." One of Haren's heroes suggested.

"Circus performers?! Are you bloody daft? I say we go in as couriers!" Another of the heroes countered.

Corelas sighed, he was begining to see why many of his colleagues didn't hold human lives to much value.

Suddenly, his trail of thought and scheming were interrupted, when C'laro came running out with Nish in his arms.

"C'laro?!"

Haren stood, star struck.

"That's C'laro? Bannisher of daedra and savior of Tamrie- You'd think he'd be taller..."

No one paid him any mind.

"What happened? Where's Eilonwyn?"

C'laro was out of breath and couldn't speak.

"Ha! Well then, I guess our mission is a success."

"Erm... you're forgetting Eilonwyn." Manja interrupted, "we still need to save her."

"Ha, he's probably dead or worse, Tyranil doesn't keep prisoners."

"Actually, he does..." Corelas corrected him.

"Well, it doesn't matter. We don't need the other one, just the breton you said, everyone else is expendible. So he can rott."

Manja wanted to punch him but then noticed his error. "She can rott, you mean."

Haren stopped and ideas began to form in his head.

"A damsel in distress?!"

Manja sighed and dug her face into her hands. If she could, she'd tunnel into her wrists to hide her head in them.

"Well, c'mon men!" Haren cried as he drew his sword, "Let's go and save this fair lady from the clutches of the evil Tyranil!"

Corelas paid him no mind, as far as he cared, Haren could run in and get himself killed at this point and it wouldn't matter to him.

"Stop, this has gone on long enough!" Lilly stepped in after her long period of observation, "Haren, you and your men are likely to get killed in there, remember?"

Haren didn't want to think about this, his ego was swelling nicely at this point and his great, tall tale would end brilliantly with the saving of terrified damsel.

"Such little faith, C'mon!" He gestured for his men to follow him to their deaths.

(Uber, you can paste them from here on out, I won't mind)