Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131218233902/@comment-3293219-20131219124630

Gracefulchicken wrote: Ferrin transmitted his plan once more to Eilonwyn and Nish and made sure they were following it. Ferrin walked into Eilonwyn's room and cut her bonds. "Run." he whispered as he snapped his fingers. She was healed and the day became night. "Go from here. Hide somewhere. Nish! Keep by the plan. I need some of your blood to complete the destruction of the Thalmor." Ferrin said into the minds of the two. (seeya in 9 hours) (Yeah, this won't work. It's already night, Eilonwyn's free, she was already regenerated by the blood (I think, or she's braving it, it's more badass when people are injured anyway) and Nish is torturing a thalmor.)

"F-Ferrin... upstairs!"

If he says 'top of the tower' I'm going to flip!

"Where abouts!?"

"Office..." The altmer's voice raised a couple of octaves as the knife dug deeper and deeper into the back of his hand.

Nish let him go, noticing that he was being choked by the crate.

"P-please, don't kill me!" The thalmor begged, pathetically.

Nish held him down and grabbed the agent's handcuffs, cuffing his hand to the latch on a nearby crate.

"You make a sound and you're dead..." Nish didn't really want to spare this thalmor but it felt different now that he was defenseless. As angry as he was, he wasn't a murderer.

Nish shoved the folded cloth into the altmer's mouth, the only hand that was free was the mess that used to be his left hand. "Just stay quiet and you won't have to die..."

The breton walked away, the thalmor screamed but it was surpressed by the cloth.