Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150923172856/@comment-5583506-20150923230357

Sithfanjedi wrote: Astien nodded, rushing to the Altmer's office. He was confused, relieved and somewhat terrified: how did he manage to survive?

The Breton shrugged it off, focusing on the task ahead. As he barged into the office, he scrambled through the draws and he pulled out the potion, quickly pacing himself back. Ganvalyon was barely alive. The claw marks all over his body indicated that the claws of the creature were powerful enough to tear through eveen thick materials. The Altmer drank the potion with what little energy he had left, before he struggled to get back on his feet.

"Grab... the Khajiit", he mumbled, having lost a lot of blood. "I must... call for the rest of the security force... lock down... the entire section... Call for an official lockdown... of the entire... Academy..."

He took deep breaths between every finished word, steadying himself against the wall as he made his way through the corridor. Some students froze up and became witnesses to how their headmaster slowly wandered through the hallways as if he was dying.