Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-24530992-20140729200540

SwornKnight wrote:

Miraak Obama wrote: He pulled his mask over his face, as well as his hood over his head. He began to swiftly sprint, holding a dagger that was concealed. Jakarn jumped, and began to wallrun over and infront of the nords. He unsheathed his sword, keeping a dagger in one hand in sword in the other.

"Don't try running again, or I'll slit your throat." He coldly warned, taking a few steps closer.

"Now, tell me. Who are you people, and why are you accusing people of such.. Blasphemy?" (The Nords have nothing to do with the actual story.)

"We are true sons of Skyrim! We don't want any spies in our city! The only reason why they won't help us is because they're Imperials! You're also a spy! You want to kill the Stormcloaks!"

A Dunmer woman passes by the Nords and Jakarn, putting her hood over her head. (K.)

"Am I a spy because I'm a.. Breton?" He asked quietly. Jakarn picked his sword up and drew it down the outbursting Nord, cutting the flesh, watching the fresh blood drip down it's cheek before he caught the dunmer out of the corner of his eye. He stepped back, and shethed his sword.

"Watch your damn words, next time."