Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131218233902/@comment-5735114-20131219120438

(His only post in 9 hours, and it makes little sense...)

Tyranil sighed as Eilonwyn fell asleep. As much as he would've liked to put it off, he had to find yet another person in Tamriel. These constant hunts were rather dull and often brought back poor results. Once, one of his Shadow Guards had reported that the target was not found, but a very cute chicken that turned out to be a trap made by the Dark Brotherhood was. As Tyranil flew away from the cave and towards the forest, as more shadows meant more power, two lightning bolts narrowly missed him. ''What in the...!? ''Before Tyranil could figure out the source of the poorly-aimed spell on his own, a small group of Thalmor came out of the forest, the captain in front of them. "Is that him...? You! You're under arrest! Ferrin will have his way with you..." Tyranil looked at them with a quizzical expression, before remembering a crucial piece of information. ''Right, these guys are idiots and are incapable of travelling quickly. Apparently word doesn't spread through the Thalmor very quickly.'' "I'm under arrest? Isn't that adorable?" Tyranil teleported behind the Thalmor captain, and menacingly whispered in his ear, "And what makes you think I'll go?", before stabbing him in the back with his scythe, and flying up before any of the other Thalmor could hit him.

(Cya guys in a number of hours!)