Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140330115358/@comment-3293219-20140414155144

The Dremora took this as a threat and jumped down, they began to charge at the group, brandishing battle axes, which were the size of small children.

"Bring me their souls!" Their Captain ordered, from his ledge.

Agatha chuckled in response, twirling her staff and having it ready, by her side.

"You don't want my soul...

It probably tastes of brandy..."