Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24123288-20140903132223

Emarrel was out in the courtyard, swinging her sword at an imaginary foe and dodging some imaginary spells. She panted, obviously slightly bothered by the fact it was daytime. The Dunmer moved gracefully, her arms darting forward as she thrust her blade into the foes chest.

An old man...rich in mind and money. But not in personality.

''Esoix! Why won't you just die!? ''

Emarrel panted, slightly sweaty as she held her sword in both hands and swung horizontally, putting all her strength into the swing. The momentum carried her around and she spun a few times, before coming to a stop with her blade on her shoulder, obviously satisfied...