Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24810427-20140315230549/@comment-24640703-20140320095253

"Indecisions don't sit comfortably with any army leader", she whispered to him lower than dogs could hear. "He's going to release that bow string and finish this any second now." Dar'khajo nods while moving like a ghost and she follows. Thelia was almost as swift as him. He found that the curly black hair and pale freckled faced Nordic rogue was more suitable to this kind of mission than her lover, the loud and large bard and warrior Morsgryn. All were still companions ever since they saved him from that death row prison.

Any second now, he could still hear her say in his head. Because little more than one second of Galius' focus on delivering his last ultimatum to his prisoners was all they had, to approach Silian's back. He did notice Thelia's fingers locking his arrow, but he was more distracted by a big clawed hand pressing a wet cloth harshly against his face. Even though the muffled sound made Galius instinctively turn and reach for his sword, all he could see now was a Nord woman oddly dressed in Imperial armour pointing an arrow at his eye, and a Khajiit gesturing his finger for him to be quiet, while his other hand was dropping a paralyzed and shaking Silian to the ground.

"Chloronium, eh? Nice rare stuff you keep in your satchel", Dar'khajo said softly, only enough to be understood. "I saw you administrating it to Lydia. My own formula contains giant black widow venom. Like the ones found in my hunting youth in the marshes of Elsweyr. Nasty quick thing it is, starts attacking your blood stream and your organs, and when it reaches your heart... well... do you want to know how simple the antidote is?"