Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-24736819-20161130140519

"Well, that just won't do.", the Green Robed man replied in a weird tone, indicating that he was not that sick after all, "You see, I figured I could save my new-to-be friends a few troubles... So I think this location will do just fine."

A greenish-brown fog started to appear from within the old man's robes, advacing in a fast pace and quickly reaching the guard by his side. The guard, unable to fight against it, started to feel his will vanishing as his own nord complexion became paler than usual. He felt his strength leaving his muscles and soon enough all the man could do was puke his guts out.

The green mist started to spread throughout the streets of Helgen, but its symptoms seemed less radical to those further from its source.

"The most generous gift, milord.", the old man pointed to the Jarl.