Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-11457306-20140222202408

Anneken jumped when J'Baad roared and the contents of her spoon slopped everywhere. Irritated, she dropped her spoon back into the almost empty bowl and reached for a rag on the table to wipe her face and the front of her armor.

Brighid was sitting on a bench in the shadows of an awning over by the platform on which the block stood. She was contemplating how Odin's head would look resting in the bloody crate which rested in front of it.

Rhiannon was almost to the city gates. She kept her head down, avoiding the soldiers, her friends until two days ago. She wondered what they were being mobilized for but did not dare stop any one of them to ask. She was out of all that now. She needed to find a new life. Back to Cyrodiil? From all accounts, Cyrodill was in flames now. What was the name of that place she had heard of at the back end of nowhere? Faldar? No. Falskaar. They had no racial prejudices. They welcomed anyone. Falskaar it was then. She needed to head for Dawnstar then. The boat to that island kingdom left from there.