Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140426152128/@comment-3293219-20140429181548

"Urgh!" The nord winced, curling up in his chair as the Altmer drove the syringe down, driving it into his neck and injecting air into the Wizard's vains. The Wizard began to cry out, thrashing and lashing out at the doctor as the air was injected, within seconds he went limp in the chair, drawing out his last breath.

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Cray began to gather the slaves, hoping that none of them had caused too much trouble...

(Going to have to go for a bit, should only be twenty minutes or so.)