Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180220143037/@comment-17114085-20180413130106

When Bouros punched the ground, he left his back exposed and Orkey pounced on the chance. He came up behind the Half-God and hooked his arms under his armpits and put his hands at the back of the man's head.

Despite the lock he employed, Orkey wasn't strong enough to hold Bouros for long. So he didn't hold back one bit.

Orkey unleashed his power at full force as soon as he grabbed onto the immortal man. Bouros could feel his whole body chill as if Winter itself was grabbing hold of him. He used his power to sap Bouros' strength and at the same time try to freeze him.

The strain on his body was immense, so much so that Orkey screamed. "Arghhhh!" His skin was cracking and from underneath a bright golden glow was coming out. This avatar was reaching its breaking point, it could no longer hold the godly soul of Orkey.

The Allied Forces were on their way down the road from Dawnstar to Whiterun when they encountered a large group of people ahead. Maybe a few thousand in number, was marching northward in the opposite direction.

When he was informed, Kyrnil headed to the front of the columb to see this force in their way. He recognized them after a few moments. "Those are civilians...from Whiterun. Shor's Bones, are we too late?"

They still couldn't see the city from their position, they had just crossed from the Pale into Whiterun Hold and were still a ways from the capital city.

Kyrnil headed south to intercept the civilian mob. Ysabel right behind him.