Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140223194711/@comment-24438639-20140224205704

(I got blocked for a day, im back now)

Imperial City-

Rolaf walked over to Curvos, he had his sword in hand filled with blood, a new scar marked the right part of his face and he was covered with dirt and smoot, multiple scratches marked his huge amour, and his right glove was missing. He stood infront of Curvos who sat on the throne, his soldiers kneeling, and Rolaf huge size made even bigger as he remained on feet. ´´Sir Curvos, I recently heard that your ¨Assasins¨ failed, I want to take my squad and a legion, and go to Skyrim. If Tullius turns against the empire we could have a problem´´´at the final word, Rolaf lowered his blade, the giant one-handed swords tip dinked into the floor marking it with a scratch as Rolaf moved foward ´´I plan to leave as soon as possible, this city has gotten....boring hanging all the criminals made it....lame´´ Rolaf smilled his eyes filled with blood lust, he had an aura of hate around him inspiring fear into his soldiers, there had been origanly 30 of the best soldiers the legion had to offer, only 9 remained, but those had been hardned more by Rolaf in the last months than the rest of there milatary carrear

(I think its time Rolaf rejoins the story and makes things harder if you dont think so go ahead and deny Rolafs request)

--Ronin had stayed awake all the time, watching people come and go, hes thrist growing inside him. He could usally control himself but if they didnt leave soon...there might be a problem. He sometimes licked his lips when a espically healthy looking person walked in.