Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131116222109/@comment-5735114-20131118204723

(The point was to take Nish. If I took Eilo, Nish would handle it in a calm manner or something.)

Tyranil teleported to the top of the Red Mountain, a ghastly place where fire and brimstone rained from the sky, and any attempts at breathing were foiled, due to the overwhelming smell of sulfur in the air. Flying a number of feet above the air, Tyranil held Nish's arm firmly, and if he tried to struggle he would fall. Looking out to the horizon and seeing Raven Rock in the distance, though as little more then a collection of specks with a bigger black one hovering above, Tyranil summoned his pitch black scythe in his free hand. "Yes, Breton, today you serve a great purpose." Below Tyranil were a collection of Vidron's lava soldiers, and other shadow ones were waiting to ambush. ''With any luck, that Thalmor agent will be with them as well... two dragons with one stone...''