Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140831060517/@comment-1359657-20140902053648

Another day, another dragon attack, the Redguard thinks in frustration as his tenth arrow misses the hulking beast soaring through the air. And I'm still no better with a bow than I was back when they first showed up!

He looks down at the fine, and finely enchanted, weapon in his hand. 5000 septims, he muses with a wry grimace. ''I could have bought ten soul gems for that kind of money! And I still had to enchant the damn thing myself!''

A very rude blast of frost breath explodes mere feet away from Cyrus, and he dodges with surprising nimbleness out of the way, though his landing face-first in the snow leaves something to be desired. Oblivion take it, he thinks at last. The bow isn't my only option here.

When he gets back to his feet. the Redguard spellwarrior's hands are ablaze with flaming magical energy. Fireballs fly fast and furious towards the dragon, one after the other. Rather than dual-cast them to make one supremely powerful one, Cyrus plans to thrw them in rapid succession...more hits mean a better chance for the monstrous beast to go down without too much more of a fight.

Finally, after what seems an endless, grueling battle, the dragon plummets from the sky and crashes down a mountainside, its body laying still and lifelesss. Cyrus had heard that in the presence of a Dragonborn, the dragon's corpse would disintegrate into embers and bones while its soul flowed into the Dragonborn's body. Sadly, he's never seen the Dragonborn in action to know if this is true or not.

"Well, that was pointless," he mutters, shouldering his bow and continuing the long trek to Whiterun.