Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140317024638/@comment-5543592-20140403024546

Curvos was most likely insulted by both Galadir's and Dalon's statements, as he had always been rather senisitve, but his mask hid any emotions, and his voice was emotionless regardless. He looked down at Anneken. He was obviously not impressed. Whatever Dagon had "upgraded" he with had ceased any affection towards her.

"Courage does not win wars.  Nor do Aldmeri prisons." He looked down at Anneken again. "Or pity." He spat. "Captain, fetch me my swords." The Captain went over the throne and came back dragged two heavy Dremora claymores. Curvos held one in each hand seemingly effortlessly.

Curvos was lining up to kill Dalon and Galadir at the same time when a guard came running in, panting heavily.

"Lord Regent... Captain..." He weezed. "There... t-there are..."

"Sit it out, boy!" Commanded the Captain.

"Dra-dra... dragons!"

Curvos' voice was audibly shocked. "Dragons?!" He looked down at the wounded Emrey. Lee was pale and blood was soaking his shirt.

"You." Said Curvos with much hostility.

Curvos was about to bring his sword down on Emrey, when J'Baad struck. The Khajiit had cut threw his bonds with his claws and proceed to grab the captain's sword, who he had been standing near, and then slice the man's throat with his own weapon.

"Dalon!" He tossed the sword to the Imperial. J'Baad grabbed another unsuspected guard's head and killed him by sharply twisted the guard's neck. He pulled out that sword and tossed it to Brighid.

Curvos roared in rage. "Kill them!  Kill them!" He brought up his great swords, then swung them down at Dalon.