Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140512193524/@comment-3293219-20140514092002

"This doesn't make sense..." Set interrupted, stepping to the center of the room.

"Why would she leave now? If she had screwed us, then she could have killed one of us or stolen something...

But she didn't..." The Bosmer stood in silence, glancing back to Telemachus as he stood by the grave, still a lingering presence.

Jaryl folded his arms and stood back, he didn't know what to do about it and he didn't know Julie well enough to try and guess her motives for leaving. He had a number of questions but he decided to remain silent, maybe someone else could fill him in later...

Set broke out of his trail of thought and shuffled over to Maria, taking a seat next to her and placing his hand on her shoulder.

"She'll be okay..."

-

Xervish shook his head as he snapped out of, finding himself alone in the 'massage room' as Ariana had left in a hurry.

Now was his chance...

Xervish focussed, for a brief moment, feeling something pulse inside him as his body began to change. He began to laugh, manically as he went through the pain of the transformation but unlike a werewolf, the pain was numbed by the 'curse' and his humanity was kept alive.

The Dunmer was still strapped to the table, his arms hadn't exanded as much as he had hoped and his restraints now dug into his flesh. Still, he had more than one trick up his sleeve...

The Wizard began to concentrate and after a few moments, he exploded into a cloud of red mist and slowly began to move across the room before materialising a few feet away.

He turned back to the chair and grinned, getting ready for his next move...

-

"I'm not..." Gert's response was cut off as guards came pouring out of the corridors, pushing past them as they began to flee an oncoming cloud of smoke. Something had been set on fire...

"Oh crap..." Gert grumbled, turning back to Iril.

"That's our way out as well..." The Breton grumbled, covering his mouth with a cloth.