Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140928161954/@comment-5543592-20141006032758

(Maxi we get it.  Zanir hates laughter.)

Daithi walked up along side Valuril as the group entered the jungle. They talked and had been walking for several minutes.

"Um, King Daithi, sire?" A young Bosmer interupted their conversation from behind. Daithi turned his head to look at the elf.

"Yes?"

"I was won-"  The young elf never got to finish his sentence. He was brutally interupted by an arrow that entered through the back of his head and exited through his open mouth. The arrow, which thankfully had lost most of it's velocity, stuck itself in Daithi's armor, although it didn't penetrate what so ever. The Bosmer crumpled forward and Daithi caught his body gently. He watched the elven boy bleed out in his arms, gasping for air. Daithi was deeply disturbed, but shrugged it off: it was time to go to work. The King looked down to examine the arrow: it was elven. The Dominion had caught up with them.

He looked back to see Altmer warriors chasing after them, armed with elven swords and bows, and dressed in elven armor. They were lead by none other than J'Baad. The group was out numbered by at least three to one.

"Shit." Muttered Daithi.

Valuril's jaw dropped in astonishment. "What do we do?" She asked, sounding very defeated.

"Hurry everyone along." Commanded Daithi. "I'll hold them off."

Valuril glanced down at Daithi in shock, "Daithi-"

"Spare me the speeches.  I have no intention of dying." With that he lay the dead elf on the ground and sprinted towards the Thalmor archers.

"I swear he's got a death wish." Valuril muttered. "Alright, everyone move!  Fast!" She urged the mages and Bosmer archers into a run, and waved forward he lagging mercenaires.

"Let's go!"