Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-3293219-20140726220908

“Very well…” Landyt sighed, drawing his sword.

''Why couldn’t they make this fuckin’ easy…? ''The Chosen thought, seething and moving his lips as if he was silently saying it as he drew the ghastly looking sword, the black tar ran off of the end as it hung by his side.

“If any of you could be so kind as to point him out to me, I’ll spare you as thanks…” He grumbled, looking around and expecting support. Out of a combination between loyalty and cluelessness or maybe it was just dumbfounded terror, nobody seemed to step forward and turn him over.

“Very well…” He muttered before turning back to his men.

“Leave nothing behind!” The Pirate Lord barked, marching forward, letting the two swords swing by his sides as he approached the group, ready to tear them apart.

Though Niall was fearing for his life right now, he knew what was happening here, there was no way that he and his new ‘friends’ could take on this Pirate. If he surrendered, the Pirate would have no reason to kill his friends; if he didn’t then he would butcher everyone, including Niall.

If he was dead either way, he might as well die honourably…

“I’m here!” He called out, his voice didn’t sound as powerful as he had hoped, due to the fact that it broke with nerves.

“Leave everyone else alone… I’m Niall…” The Dunmer gasped as he stepped out in the pirate’s way, raising his hands.

Landyt lowered his weapons, looking somewhat glum and defeated as he sighed; somewhat disappointed that it was over so soon. He glanced away, though that wasn’t obvious due to his eyes but he was thinking about how to proceed. Truth was, he kind of had his heart set on this at this point but he did promise…

“Fine…” He whispered, sheathing his sword before he held his arm in the air and casted a spell, which didn’t seem to do anything, other than make a small, grey light appear in his hands for a second and a similar grey coil cast around him.

“Come here, now…”