Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140615080921/@comment-5543592-20140616224737

Pierre saw the gate open. "That works.  Time to kill things!" He paused  and took a deep breath, there was a crackle in the sky and Markarth suddenly got very winding. Like, 90mph windy. A hurricane formed over the city. There cries from Daedra as they were struck by lightning, washed through the streets by flooding, and thrown about by powerful gusts of wind. Pierre collasped to his hands and knees, gasping for breath and coughing.