Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140625201826/@comment-3293219-20140626223437

Grom wrapped his hand around Jaryl's neck, slowly tightening his grip on it as he began to choke the life out of the Bosmer, grinning.

Jaryl groaned ever so slightly as his injuries began to flair up again, he groaned and a tear rolled down the side of his face as the Orc proceeded to crush his neck.

"Time to end this..." He grunted before noticing that he was being wafted by something as he heard a sword leave its sheath... He looked up to see Methdal, backing away from the hole in the wall, stammering as she approached the stairway before he looked back at what she was staring at.

The Orsimer only got a quick glance before whatever it was lunged for him, knocking him off of his feet and causing him to stumble back, falling into the counter and crushing a stool, he looked up to see a vampire lord, whose hands were wrapped around his neck.

"I concur..." Xervish said, with a grin.