Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150227013352/@comment-29458028-20150306130116

"Greetings mo, duck!" screamed Abbadon as he scrambled to grab onto a string of a folding crossbow attached to the back of his left arm. He failed and three razor sharp bolts ejected out. Abbadon waved his hands to deflect the bolts telekinetically, so they didn't hit his mother."

"Sorry, the tension was too high and I used dwemer metal for the trigger ... gonna use ebony next time ..." said Abbadon, then he looked up and said "ummm, wait, just ignore what I said. Anything?"