Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140623222942/@comment-5735114-20140627173743

Tyranil smirked, and raised his bow again. Looking now at the Dunmer who had leapt out of the machine, he nocked a pitch-black arrow and waited for him to try and say something based on ideals or the Empire or something like that so that he would die mid-sentence.