Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-3293219-20141012165255

Azarath quickly crept along the outer wall, trying to find a way in, the front gate appeared to be guarded by two Redoran soldiers, nothing that he couldn't handle...

The Dunmer slowly approached them, marching over to the two guards and watching as they drew their swords, however, he felt the same urge inside him, that he felt earlier and quickly raised his hand, pointing at the two guards.

"Excuse me sir? Can I see your inv-argh!" His scream was muffled as it was uttered into his commrade's hand, who had ran him through, from behind, with a sword. The guard dropped his 'friend' to the floor and turned the, heavily blood stained, sword on himself, ramming it into their own stomach and falling, limp, to the floor.

Azarath was snapped back, into his regular body, he shook his head and growled, unable to hide his frustration at this presence inside him.

"Will you... fuckin' knock it off!? Or at least tell me before you pull that shit?" He hissed to it, it ignored him and began to notify him about something, he got the feeling that it had a plan, which seemed to be along the line of his own plan.

"Yeah I know, I'm a Dunmer..." He mumbled, grabbing one of the corpses and dragging it in the bushes, quickly putting the uniform on and hiding the body.

"Couldn't you have... I dunno, slit his throat or something? How am I goin' to explain this fuckin' hole in my chest?"