Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170728144640/@comment-2165692-20170905173135

The Mage fell over as the blade severed the trachea, carotid artery and the jugular vein. The mage gasps for air while gargling on his own blood and coughing(This is what REALLY happens.)

The Dragon approached faster then the guards could possibly return and it swoops just above them, the spider spews acid at it as a few scales on it's body melt off, the dragon visibly angered swoops one more, landing onto the spider crushing a spider leg before flying up again, circling above them.

The Blacksmith stares at him. "I... See... Your customs certainly differs from ours. Now... Was there something you wanted? Armor or a new blade?"

The Stormcloaks outside stop Enkaris from entering before satying, "First time in Markarth, traveler? Take my advice. You see anything, don't get involved. The city guard will take care of it."

The Bee and Barb was bustling with people of various origins, but of course, mostly they were nords.