Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141201012529/@comment-5543592-20141206004547

"Well, for one, you didn't mess up." Argued Darach. "From what I've seen you kicked ass, and it was the first session.  Hell, I'm a wee bit jealous of you right now, you're doing great.  And the way you stood up to the officals in Riften, that was amazing.  Secondly, Riona's injury is not your fault.  It was just bad luck that you ended up on top of her.  No one could've seen that coming.  Thirdly, my Uncle Galadir is a very 'smashing' guy,"  Darach had always liked Uncle Galadir. He was hilarious. He probably could've been a comedy actor in another life. "I doubt he'll be roasting anytime soon.  Forthly,"

He faced Megan and forced her to face him, stopping them both in mid-stride. There was no one around this time, so hopefully this wasn't a repeat of the last incident. He also was banking on the thought that perhaps the Divines would cut him some slack. "I am very sorry to hear about your mother." Said Darach solemnly. "She sounds like a very special woman.  I would have loved to meet her."

In the Arena...

Tomas flinched and arched his shoulders when Zaheer struck him. While he smiled to himself at the fact that he had gotten to Zaheer, he hated the disrespect. No one touched him. Espically not some kitten whom didn't have the slighiest comprehension of respect. "Bad move, shit head." Said Tomas, shooting around to glare at Zahee'r back, seething. He blasted Zaheer in the back with telekinesis, sending him sprawling. His hand glowed with brown energy again and he charged, looking like he was going in for a killing blow. Weltrod intercepted Tomas, by grabbing him around the arms and chest, restaining him. Tomas struggled, and tried to use magic, but it was as if Weltrod's touch stopped him somehow.

"Let me go!" Screamed Tomas, kicking and thrashing. Weltrod carried him away.