Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140222014010/@comment-12599067-20140226010300

With a thunderclap and a flash of light, Jack and his company vanished, followed by Claudius, Anwen, and Paris. They reappeared seconds later in a small grove of trees, with houses that looked as if they had been grown from the towering trees themselves creating a small circle around the clearing.

To say the Bosmer were surprised would have been an understatement. Almost immediately a small group of Wood Elves (who appeared to be the local militia, given their somewhat raggedy fur armor and worn bows) had trained their bows on the group, arrows knocked to kill anyone who dared draw a weapon. One Bosmer, clad in a set of leather armor that looked much better compared to the furs and hides worn by the ragtag militia behind her, stepped forward, a bone arrow knocked to be shot into Daithi's throat.

"You there, brother Bosmer. You have exactly one minute to explain who you are and what you're doing here," she warned, dark eyes flashing. She obviously wasn't kidding. "Go."