Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140112004028/@comment-3293219-20140114220405

(Err... I'll timeskip. :P)

As Nish stepped outside, he was forced to squint as the rays of the sun made contact with his retina, he hadn't experienced sunlight for weeks and it was almost blinding. He was begining to see how Eilonwyn felt when she was a vampire and felt all the more sympathetic. Still, he didn't want to go back into that tomb, he wanted to be outside and walk around.

Meanwhile
Bologra followed a disgrunted fighter's guild master, an old, pale imperial who's muscles looked like trophies, hardly used. He had immediately stormed out of the guildhall uppon hearing that Bologra was placed there by a guard. He marched over to the guard in question and was about to give him a piece of his mind.

"What the hell are you doing, inviting random... nomads to use Figther's guild equipment!" He snapped at the guard who was baffled, until he saw Bologra.

"What's the damn orc done now?" He sighed, he was too old for this shit...

"I found this... beast of a man, helping himself to my training equipment!" The guild master yelled.

"Well someone had to use it!" The orsimer snapped in his own defence, though that probably wasn't a smart thing to do.

The guard looked at him with sad, depressed, 'do you realise how much shit I'm in?' eyes. "I do apologise, I assumed tha-"

"Assumed!? You don't look like someone who gets paid to think!" The master snapped back at him.

"Woah! Hey, that was uncalled for!" Bologra countered, hoping to stir the pott...

"You! I'm going to report you and your friend in the guard, to the authorities, I'm making a citizen's arrest!"

Bologra just stared at the old fool, trying to see if he was serious... He quickly burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.

"I don't see what's so amusing about what I said, me and my men are going to have you hauled away!"

Bologra had lost any restraint, the thought of this tiny, weak, old imperial even challenging him bought tears of laughter streaming down his face.

The old man, quickly lost it, the proud fool wasn't going to have any of this. He drew his sword and got into a fighting stance, "Enough! You are to remain in the guild hall, unti-" the imperial's demands were interrupted when Bologra punched him in the face. Given his age and the fact that he wasn't expecting it, he was rendered unconscious by the blow to the head.

The guard just stood, speachless as the old imperial fell to the floor.