Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131223145721/@comment-12599067-20131227033424

Jack gutted the last of the Thalmor, shoving a knife in his belly with a final battle cry. He let out a huff and leaned against the wall. "Gods... my arms..." he complained, arms aching from stabbing and throwing. "Come on, we need to go help them find Mak," he ordered, trotting towards the door.