Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150414013830/@comment-3293219-20150414221642

"Yeah, I can see that General Tullius!" Toan groaned, under the pressure of the wheel, his arms feeling like jelly.

"I mean, what's the ship's condition? Casualties? Collatoral control!?"

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The Dunmer looked shocked that it worked, for a second it looked like the boy knew what he was doing but, then again, looks can be decieving...

She grinned, getting ready for one final swing, so that she could make a trophy of his head before she seemingly sprouted a silver limb as a curved sword was rammed through her chest. She cried out in pain for a moment, unable to move her head, due to the shock as she choked on her own blood.

She wasn't left in this state for long before being swiftly put out of her misery, with a ruthless slash to the throat, which sent her spinning to the floor and revealing that Isaiah was stood behind her.

"Topside, now!" The Priest snapped, pointing up, with his bloody sword.