Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150404064321/@comment-29458028-20150408045742

Amelie managed to bash the brains out of one. The remaining seven formed up behind a muscular Khajit, who began to imbibe a strange liquid and breathe skooma.

The Khajit tore off his armor and wielded his greatsword with one hand, as he charged at the group. The other six began to drink the same liquid.

"Damnit" said Raytheon "they are downing the hist sap!"

(Skrubkill time is over!)