Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131128185142/@comment-5735114-20131203213431

Tyranil tried to summon his scythe, before seeing the new Dunlammus holding it. "Looking for something?", it taunted, before breaking into its deep, rumbling laugh again. ''Well... what now...? ''Now glad that his emotions weren't pouring out of him, Tyranil looked around for something he could use as a weapon, but the room was barren apart from himself and the abomination. As he ducked the its scythe swing, Tyranil felt an unfamiliar weight on his waist. Reaching for it, he realized it was a sheath. Pulling out the blade it contained, Tyranil was dissapointed to find the Elven Dagger he'd been granted on the day he joined the Thalmor. Trying his best to block the next scythe swing with his dagger, Tyranil realized he should stick to dodging as the scythe tore through his arm. It was all Tyranil could do to not scream in pain, and he fell on the floor again. The Dunlammus abomination just laughed again, and kneeled next to him. "How defeat tase, weakling?" Tyranil gave no reply, apart from a quick stab to the face with the dagger in his left arm. As the Dunlammus abomination reeled back, Tyranil slowly stood. "Isn't it about time you found out yourself?" Releasing a flurry of slashes with his dagger, Tyranil vanquished the beast and watched his scythe drop to the floor. Clutching his right arm with his left hand, Tyranil leaned over and did his best to pick up the scythe. Opening the door, Tyranil walked into a grassy plain with a large house in front of him. ''I don't... remember this. ''Tyranil slowly walked over to the door, his arm constantly reminding him that he needed medical help.