Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-3293219-20131230183601

(Feckin' hell! Three hours of study, my brain went on holiday after two and it still hasn't come back.

If you see it, point it in the right direction.)

Xeron heard several noises in the hall, at first he assumed that one of his lack witted, lackeys had dropped something. It was times like this that he was thankful that the mad argonian had taken all of his priceless artifacts. At least they were safe from his unintelligent drones, he had a chance of getting them back, though he'd imagine that they were scattered all over Tamriel...

He sighed as he thought about it, his failure had been haunting him for the last 200 years...

Red Mountain
The shadowy figure hadn't noticed Corelas or maybe it just didn't perceive him as a threat. If it tried anything, that would be its last mistake...

Elsweyr
Manja sighed as she stood outside C'laro's house, thinking about her trip to Cheydinhal.

I hope that Nish and Eilonwyn don't think that I've abandoned them again... She thought with a mental sigh.