Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-768817-20131206020903

@Gold

The Argonian looked as if he suddenly realized he was in the maw of a Daedroth "Pleez dun't kill me, man! I'll take 'shu to him! I'll take 'shu him right away! Jus' don' kill me!!" he cries. The argonian leads him to the sewers under Little Black Marsh. They arrive, standing on a ledge, with a ladder leading down from it, looking over a dried out cistern, empty Skooma, Balmora Blue, Bloodwine, and Matze bottles, litter the floor, along with hay piles, and hides for sleeping. Prostitutes and burnt out druggies lay around, most only in the vaugest form of consciousness. There's a make shift bar in the corner, naga and other argonian thugs loom around it. There was one that stood out. The biggest naga in the room, his scales the darkest shade of black, his muscles the bigest, and his armor the finest craftmanship, that must be Zeel-Taxi. The argonian he'd been interrogating looked at him nervously, "Can- can I go know? Pleez.. I don' wanna die."