Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-5735114-20140102224145

(Last surprise post...)

Damn that Dunlammus...

If he hadn't been distracted, Tyranil could have easily won. Now he was planning revenge on the Dunmer Vampire between the thoughts of pain. As soon as he could move, he clutched his stomach in pain and just lay on the ashes.

After what felt like forever, Tyranil's attempts at standing finally worked. Summoning the spear, smirking as he thought about Eilonwyn arriving at the Mountain only to find no spear, he leaned on it and stood for a moment, before summoning his wings and regaining his full movement capability.

''I'm coming for you... You'd better be ready...''