Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-3293219-20140915181633

Azarath drove his boot down on a bandit's head, to pin him down before getting on one knee and driving his knife through his skull. He looked up as Emarrel stood before him, looming over a fallen bandit, laughing.

"Too... Fun!"

The Dunmer slowly pulled himself up to his feet, looking around as the wounded bandits all died at the same time, it seems that Jorthar's influence had left them.

"Shit... He got away."

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"N-No!" Nadira protested, trying to force her way past on legs of jelly.

"I... Have to stop them, Jorthar will kill them!"