Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160728174843/@comment-24372248-20160811024941

~Ebony Dragons Fort, Skyrim~

Arenar is looking down at a poor sob who made a mistake in attacking the fort all by himself before the Nord could kill anyone Arenar was able to stab him in the stomach wounding him.

"Well at least you tried." Arenar said getting down on one knee to take a closer look at the Nord.

After a few minutes of bleeding on the ground the Nord died...

"What a shame." Arenar said as he stood up and looked at his fellow bandits.

"Take this milkdrinker's dead body into the woods the wolves will love to feast on his body."

"Yes, sir!" The Ebony bandit said as he picked up the dead body and left the fort. After the failed attack from the Nord Arenar went back inside the fort there he saw his friends sitting down at the table eating.

"So how strong was that Nord 'bounty hunter'?" Jo'Rak asked.

Arenar took his Ebony helmet off and smiled.

"Wasn't tough at all the poor sob didn't wear any armor he was in farmer clothing can you believe that? He also tried to attack with a iron dagger." Arenar said laughing as he sat down at the table.

"It seems the Jarls are running out of strong bounty hunters." Garonk said.

"Oh well it dosen't matter as long the Jarls are scared of us we can do whatever we want." Arenar said taking a sip from his ale.