Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20140923224129/@comment-29559990-20140930013202

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like to go charging in against god-knows how many Daedra, just hacking-and-slashing while they tear you apart?" Andol spat out.

While they argued, the boots came to a screeching halt, and they could hear the twisted, distorted, and dreadful voices of Dremora.

One of them, presumably the leader, began barking orders. "You two! Head over to the fields and see if anyone's taken cover there. I want you three to search the buildings. I'm gonna stick here around the cart, make sure the don't try to come crawling back to their only chance for escape."

The Dremora began to fan out, searching high and low to see if anyone was still here. Meanwhile, the horses gave out a horrifying shriek of pain, only to be followed by the sound of flesh being torn and the mighty animals collapsing to the rocky terrain.

(This is my last post. All yours, Shilles. Dreadfully sorry for leaving at such an inconvenient time.)