Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140927154933/@comment-24736819-20140929145102

"Malkus, tell me if you need anything. I'll be on my tent, speaking with my Captains.", Forsetalundr said and headed to the meeting.

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"Malkus sure is stubborn... Ha!", Gudmundr commented to Kyr once they were far from the city.

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Niyharlathotap laughed as the Dremora got angrier.

"Damn you, weakling! I'll rip your heart out of your chest with my bare hands and eat it as you die!", he shouted and limped towards the redguard, wielding his daedric sword.

Quickly, Niyharlathotep dodged the attack and kicked the Dremora's left leg, the one which was still good and the one that he was putting all his weight on. With that, the dremora lost balance and started to stumble backwards, falling to the ground on his back and eventually dying.

The fork once again did the dirty work and entered the Dremora's skull, killing it.

"Ha! Pathetic, killed by a fork...", the black-robbed man laughed sadistically.