Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150928152355/@comment-1592115-20151105150118

"There is no love in the craft, only cosmos. We are the messangers of death, and we recycle the wastes. A person who speaks like an Orc wouldn't understand..."

"Show me what you got, Orc with an Elf's clothing!"

The whole squad of necromancers resurrected those unclothed bandits, about 20 of them, a rather bad score compared to Lid Nora's standard.

They switched their weaponries into Staff of Chain Lightning and fire toward Telewen.

"Exactly. From what I heard, the Empire will soon send a grand force to wipe out Summerset Isle from the map of Tamriel. There's nothing we can do to this matter, not even I have the right to speak. I am no Ulfric, but a mere captain."

"Such is the fate..."

Caius comments hopelessly.

"Don't let your emotion control you. Remember, we are humans, we can't fight gods."