Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629105040/@comment-24123288-20140629213856

The Dunmer tilted her head, holding her sword out in front of her, still in its sheath. "Who is Joo..lee?" She asked, disguising her voice before she laughed softly. "OH! I remember now. That scarred whore Aratius captured?" Julie shrugged. "She's dead." She whispered nonchalontly. "Ohh you should have seen how she cried. 'Please! I've nothing to live for! Kill me! Spare me this torture!' On and on she went, it got annoying. 'But give Set his soul back first!' She kept pleading." The Attacker sneered under her hood. "And so my master did. Being honest and kind as he is."

Julie began unsheathing her sword, looking her 'lover' in the eye.

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"Julie is dead!" She shrieked, charging forward, the sheath flying out to the side, skidding across the floor...