Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3548382-20131206221138/@comment-3548382-20131216043523

Thor marched to the Gates of Whiterun as the guards there drew their bows. "State your business, stranger." Thor laughed. "I have come to speak to your Jarl....about negotiations for peace. Otherwise we will merely burn wretched place to the ground." Thor could feel Goldbrand hum with power in his sheath. He flashed back a few years to when he was a Priest. "Mara guide you, friends, and may your love be as eternal as her love is unto us!" Thor was approached by a shadowy figure. "You are the Priest, here, correct?" Thor shook his head. "Of course I am." And then his head was on the ground. The last image he saw was a golden sword. "No." He muttered before the drawbridge came down.