Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151110155038/@comment-24510587-20151224164251

"Someone should explain all this sometime," the Breton muttered to himself, before hopping out of the caravan. He flicked his wrist, and a ghastly blade materialised in his hand. At the same time, Malakh appeared by his side.

"You see those Elves there?" The Breton said, pointing at the Dunmer. "Kill them all."

The Dremora smiled menacingly. "Finally, a task worthy of my time," he said, before drawing his large blood-red greatsword and charging the Ordinators. The Breton followed, albeit in a more leisurely pace.