Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25293368-20140828083702/@comment-25418438-20140914110804

He saw them. 70 maybe 80 falmer servants attacking the men that were maybe only 50 metres away from him. Sitting atop a white horse clad in Legion armor was a man who looked to be the epitome of the Nordic race, strong, tall and with light blonde hair. His horse made a noise. "easy there Tiber, don't want to give our position away to the enemy" his horse made a noise even louder than the one before as the Nord laughed. He kicked his horse into a fast trott and charged at the enemy with a shining Steel Claymore in his right hand while screaming "I'M PRAEFECT MAGNUS WHITETREE AND TODAY YOU ALL DIE!"