Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140619144822/@comment-12599067-20140620184910

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:The Kynval would not go down easy though. It grabbed Pierre around the throat and lifted him up.

"Die, mortal!" Screamed the Dremora.

Pierre fumbled for the longsword at the Dremora side, mumbling something in response.

"What's that?" Taunted the Dremora in it's hellish raspy voice. "Having trouble speaking?"

"I've got... your sword!" Pierre ran the Dremora through the face with it's own sword, before falling on the ground weezing. He retrieved his claymore and continued at a slow walk for the throne room. (I c wut u did thar!)

By the time either of them reached the throne room, they were too late. The scholar they had appointed as Jarl was dead, a gaping sword wound through his chest and an empty hole where his heart should have been. However, there was some sounds of footsteps and battlecries to their right, indicating that the Dremora were now sweeping the quarters of the Jarl for any possible survivors.