Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-24123288-20140831084739

"Oh yeah, that's nice lady! What was it th cat called you? 'Hira'? Watch out for windows next time!" The Dunmer sighed, puling her sword out and glaring at the two remaining necromancers and their skeletal lackeys. She breathed in and out quietly, her free hand shaking violently.

''So much blood. S-so much sustenance. Free food! Free food freefoodfreefoodfreefood! ''

Emarrel gasped, stumbling back and hitting the wall. Every instinct was screaming at her to tear the fools limb from limb. She looked around the room, praying for the other two to show up before she lost it.

''At either rate, the necromncers are priority. They die, so do their slaves.''