Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-3293219-20140101174751

(Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea, maybe a couple of weeks but I feel that a couple of months would require Nish/Manja/Lilly in Kills-many-dragon's resistence group to become a little more combat hardened and I'd rather that sort of thing being an on page development. A couple of weeks would be fine though, if it came to it...)

The figure revealed itself as Xeran, the alarmed breton raised his picket, ready to shoot this wizard down, if he tried anything.

"Woah, easy!" He replied, calmly raising his hands.

"Where's Eilo? Lilly? That other nord (Erald), what did you do with them!?" He demanded, showing little hesitation in threatning the old man.

''Hmm... what has become of Erald? ''Xeran thought of this himself but not out of care, just mere curiousity...

"Your people are alive and if you want them to stay that way, you'll let me pass." He demanded.

Nish thought for a second, before raising his makeshift spear again.

"No, you aren't tricking me twice!" He snapped, aiming at the dunmer's throat.

"Unfortunate... it would have been a lot easier if I had..." Xeran muttered as his hands started to glow.

Before Nish could react, both he and Rowan was sent flying by a powerful shockwave, knocking them to the floor. Xeran staggered ahead of them and made his way to the trap door...

Nish rolled around in pain, feeling like he had cracked a rib, it hurt whenever he tried to roll over but he had to, he couldn't let the bastard get away. There was no way that the breton could attack him with the picket now, Xeran was getting away and Nish was in no condition to chase him.

Shit... wait! Thining quickly, he rolled up his sleeve and noticed that they hadn't taken his mini-crossbow. It had a dart inside. He shook with excitement as he raised his arm and held Xeran in his sights. Holding his breath to increase his accuracy...

After the difficult task of getting his arm to stay still and minimize the pain enduced trembling, he fired the dart into Xeran's back, just as he had entered the alchemy lab. Xeran grunted in response but he had no time to pull it out, he simply slipped through the door and closed it behind him.

(Also: Sherlock's back! WOOOOOOOOO!)