Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24366541-20140510180859/@comment-3293219-20140513121433

(I think I'll take up Chain's offer of using Griffin or Dane or else this RP isn't going anywhere.

So... *clears throat*

Dane: Hey, what's up Grifin?

Grifin: Nothing, I was just thinking about the red flowers on the lawn, they rekindle my romantic passions.

Dane: You're a flower guy? I never knew...

Grifin: Yes, flowers are my Achilles heel. I can't go ten minutes without thinking about them...

Dane: Who's heel?

Grifin: If someone was to bring me flowers, I would make love to them on the spot...

Dane: This is getting weird... I'm leaving...

Grifin: I would take them and passionately kiss them, whilst holding them in my arms!

Dane leaves to join the Altmery Dominion...

Okay, Serious now!)

"That might be a better idea..." Dane agreed, nodding slowly. Whether or not he was a marksman himself, he had at least used a crossbow before, which is more than Sonya had.

"Okay, as long as you're sure. You'll be out there in the thick of battle and I'll only be able to provide cover, if you get surrounded..."

"I'll be fine Dane." Sonya assured him, drawing her dagger from her belt and turning around to pick up her own, which was almost identical, except for the fact that it was a bit worn from use. She had two sheathes hanging off of her belt now, both of them hung from the left side of her waist. The rustic iron sword, which matched her armour, hung on the right.

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"I can handle myself..." She reminded him, which was true; she had travelled across most of Skyrim to find this place. She drew the two daggers, completely forgetting about the sword as she had little no training in using a weapon as heavy as that and she went down into the kitchen, hoping the slip out of the back door.

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">She stopped at the door, listening in on the conversation, which was just the terrified ramblings of the Argonian cook, who was trying to pack his things up and flee. It baffled Sonya as he should just stay put as the Altmeri Dominion wouldn't have executed him if they found him...

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">On second thought, maybe they would, they are a ruthless bunch...

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The Breton crept into the kitchen, wandering past the argonian to avoid alarming him and approaching the back door. Ready to take on whatever the Dominion had to throw at her, she drew her knives and stepped outside...