Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24123288-20140903223540

"The person that gets to decide whether you live or die..." The Breton said calmly, inching closer to Nadira.

Emarrel trembled, glaring up at the man swathed in black.

"Please, just drop your weapons Gramps, before he makes you." She whispered, mightily wary of dropping her sword herself. The Vampire glanced around the people currently surrounding them. Several bows were trained on the group, and the mages stood, green spells glowing out their hands and at the ready.

The Vampire sighed, backing closer to Azarath.

"You want to know who I am? Truly?" The Breton inquired, a smirk forming on his lips. "Why don't you tell them Em?"

Emarrel scowled, her eyes piercing the Bretons very soul in her loathing of the man.

"This..." She began, sounding like she was going to regret this. "Is Sophies Uncle. The man who has been hunting us down since we fled her father.This man leads the people you see around us, and is paid extremely handsomely for the pleasure. This is the man I thought we'd gotten rid of!"

"Oh, Em, you do flatter me..." The Breton laughed, a short barking laugh. "But do you really think I'd be so stupid as to not have any men in Riften, hm? We've always been watching."

Emarrel groaned, throwing her hands up in defeat. "Julian..."