Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20140928191343/@comment-25479322-20141001004033

Galathil awoke once more, his wounds were fully healed and stitched. He got off of the cot and put on his clothes. He took his staff and swords and flintlock and went outside.

''These, creatures. Daedric, it seems. Bullets aren't working...''

With that he stuck his staff into the cold pavement, his robes began flowing in the wind. His hood was barely holding on to his head. He raised his hand and fireballs came rushing out of it.

He then conjured two frost atronachs to take hits from the creatures. He continued his barrage of fire from hand or staff. He shouted to the guards.

"Take me in or not! Your mere bullets cannot stop these creatures, only the power of magic!"