Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20160323091536/@comment-1592115-20160420180152

The boat-like building is blown apart, and the burning wood shards claimed several alien peasants' lives.

"Fus... Ro... Cough!"

Balgruuf yelled out an ancient incantation. But fortunately for us, it was halted by a headshot and he was immediately killed.

The Frost Atronach was blown apart, but not because of the homemade Molotov, but because of Balgruuf's premature death.

It's somewhat anticlimactic.

"Hmm... you don't look alien, okay, we'll let you enter the city, but make no mistake, we do so because we are in dire need of human resources. But if you turn your blade on us, we will not forgive you."

The guards opened the gate without further questioning.