Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20171222201652/@comment-24123288-20171228213931

"It's ok. You tried, and that's all that matters, yeah?" Roz whispered.

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"Alright..." Sulvis nodded, pulling her close and rubbing her hair.

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Julie was there, a pile of rope beside her, as she offered up her spear to the statue of an incredibly intimidating man with its face twisted into a grotesque looking wolves head. It was eerily realistic.

As Ves scooched closer, Julies 'voice' entered his head.

"...I've hunted long enough right? Amzdel is dead. The last of the Dwemer is dead. Please. Take your gift back. Let me die too, like you promised..."

The wind rustled, making the trees quake and shiver in fear and Ves could swear he'd heard howling.

Julie looked up to the statue, a teary smile on her face as the spear floated up and joined its master, ready for a new hunter to wield it.

"Thank you, Hircine, for setting me free.." Julie whispered, respectfully as she rose to her feet and gathered some rope, before taking off again.