Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140927032239/@comment-29458028-20140928015106

Kyrylla aimed a bound arrow at the man leading the charge's horse, compensating for the movements and calculating the arc at a ridiculous rate. Flames ignited the arrowhead.

She let loose the arrow and watched as it stuck itself in the chest of the horse. (which breaks the structure of the charge, because well, whoever is behind, if they are not fast enough, they collide and pileup.)

(But yeah, I'm all for the Imperials winning, gotta send Kyrylla back to Windhelm.)

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Sorin answered the door and asked "the Dunmer is my friend, but he's busy. Pass the letter to me, thanks."

His hands were discreetly electrified. No point taking chances.

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Felrion looked at his beautiful lover as they finished up a second round. He said "would you come with me, to the Capital of Skyrim, Solitude? I have always wanted to live in a peaceful area.

(He has his intent)