Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24524076-20160803200831/@comment-24524076-20160912222134

Pelagius the Geek wrote: Shout Fus Ro Dah at the door. It won't do anything, but the Greybeards won't know that.

Um... with these guys? C'mon, man. ...

I can never look at the Greybeards again, thanks to you. ...

Ok, have it your way.

[Sorry, Wikia likes to eat my posts, then pretend it didn't.]

Erling momentarily considers getting out of the wet snow, but quickly has his attention diverted by a wonderful idea!

''...Moments later, he's built a snowman... err, snow-woman? Snow-Mer? Snow-Khajii... Ok, we'll call it a snow-. Looking at his own wet clothes, and a rather... er, well, just plain wrong snow-, he quickly gets another idea: A wet T-Shirt contest, with the Greybeards included! Though, it'd be hard to attain their attention with such a debaucherous idea, and the snow- certainly isn't going to grandly aid his cause.''

''A frequenter of Whiterun, he frequently hears sky-shattering speech, the likes of which is almost certainly the legendary Thu'um, of which the Greybeards are revered for having mastered control of. If only he could remember the words...''

''Fus... Ro... Dah. Ah, yes.''

"FUS RO DAH!"

The Greybeards rush through the monastery's door with the speed of a whirlwind, demolishing the snow- in the process, perhaps fortunately.

It's going to take some seriously honeyed words to escape the trouble Erling's gotten himself in.