Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150309083952/@comment-29461586-20150310235648

The Dremora Swordsman stopped when he saw himself being... transparent.

"No..! NO..! Really?! REALLY?!?! LIKE NOW?!?!?!?!" He exclaimed. He was being sent back to Oblivion again.

"NO!!! I'M NOT GOING BACK THERE!!! STOP!!! PLEASE!!! I BEG YOU!!! NOOOOOOOOO--" The Dremora was unable to do anything as he was banished back to Oblivion by an unknown force.

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The path to the Throat of the World was treacherous. But for someone whom wields the power of the Voice, one can cleave his or her path through the harsh winds that made the path incredibly treacherous for anyone else.

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The guards noticed that it was getting really cold now. They decided to inform the citizens to get indoors immediately.

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"...Well... First thing I'm going to do is to help rebuild Skyrim back to the way it was. Then, take the new army to Morrowind and show the snakemen that not everyone is fit to be their slave." Talara said.