Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-25418438-20150622114309

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: (@Septimus: The mage ducked.)

"Experience is something I don't lack, I may be young but you couldn't even imagine the things I've done." Fighting a dragon in the realm of Nocturnal being one of the craziest things on the list. She thought to herself. She didn't try to dodge the kick, instead she took out the dagger stabbed to her waist and attemped to stab the old Dunmer's leg.

Anirne looked up, seeing the fighting between the two. Getting to her feet she summoned a familiar to aid them. "Sick him boy." She told the canine ghost. The evoker's familiar charged at Vendil, trying to bite him.

___________________________________ (what dagger stabbed Jina?)

Vendil eye was narrowly slashed by the dagger as he slid through knocking the Dunmer princess off her feet. As his eye bled profusely a canine ghost mauled his already scarred face, "aaagh" he screamed as he manically drove his blade through the spectral dog's chest. Staggering backwards, Vendil decided there was no point continuing the fight outnumbered and injured. "If you wish to finish this fight you'll have to do it alone" Vendil drew his crossbow from its holster and fired at the mage. "Save her from poison or follow me, your choice". The false nightingale suddenly turned and started running into the night as best as his injured body would let him.