Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4356155-20131201232055/@comment-4356155-20131204023359

Dezran, with her usual habit, loaded her crossbow, firing a bolt at the scrambling metal box, causing it to fly into the air, rendering the intruder vulnerable. "Uther, Varen, block the door." They obeyed. On the ground lay a trembling Wood Elf. In the distance, Dezran could hear a loud barking and tiny, pattering footsteps. "Four Nords, 12 missing miners, a wolf, a dog, dozens of Chaurus, 6 dead Dunmer, and now a Bosmer. What's next?"