Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24123288-20140201224129

"So that's what it used to be like. Before all this shit with the empire..."

"Mikasa! Language. The Nine are ever watchful in this place." Veneficus scolded her.

"Sorry..." Mikasa muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Now, where were we? Healing magick is as dangerous as it is helpful. You don't want to heal too quickly, or heal too much. It'll drain your magicka reserves quickly and could ultimately kill you if you kept it going."

The lesson was interrupted as a Nord collapsed in front of them, bleeding heavily.

"Now, watch Mikasa. This will be a decent practical lesson."

Mikasa stared at the Nord as a door opened behind her and an Altmer shuffled past her with the aid of another priest.

The Altmer sat on the floor and pressed his hands on the wounds the Ice Witch had sustained. He whispered something and his hands glowed as the cuts and holes began to close themselves.

Mikasa stared in admiration. Her heart rate soaring.

That's so amazing...