Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-3293219-20140101132019

(Urgh... I woke up at 4AM and every dream that I had, ended with chimes and the realisation that I couldn't move! Took me hours to permanentely go back to sleep...)

Xeran saw that his captor had collapsed, this was his last chance to escape.

He quickly opened his bureau and grabbed several books, they were makeshift, most likely journals or notebooks. He shoved most of them in his pockets and carried several under his arm, one of them fell to the floor, without him realising it.

The wizard burst out of his former study and began to shuffle down the hall, he glanced around, making sure that nobody was in the master bedroom or the 'servant's' quarters, thankfully Erald was gone, that corpse had hopefully died with him, the imperial will have to rest and that dunmer bitch will bleed to death in his study. He was growing more frustrated with every step, wanting to go back and slit their throats for interveining but it would be a waste of time and it would most likely get him caught. Just like last time a dunmer had come to ruin decades of work and preperation, perhaps it was just a coincidence... or perhaps his own people carried a foul curse.

He made it to the entrance, hearing the clashing of sword against bone and the almost leathery skin of the undead, that walking corpse most likely tried to use the front entrance and hopefully they'll tear his traitorous head from his shoulders. All that remains is the breton and then nord... oddly, he had the least resentment to the breton, the nord? He'd burn him alive if he could but the breton was the easiest to trick, afterall.

He turned right, heading to his alchemy lab and storage room. The breton and the nord will most likely stand in his way but he could easily take care of them on their own...

One shock wave, that's all it takes...