Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150310112937/@comment-17114085-20150330235320

High King Dragonborn wrote: Torolf said to the new Jarl of the Reach, "Eredin and I will look around for any survivors." The two brothers jogged down to Cidhna Mine, looking around. Eredin said, "You did good out there."

"Same to you." There was a pause of silence, as the two reached the smelter. He were standing right behind the edge of the boards when Eredin said something again.

"You know, maybe it's time we--" However Torolf never heard what it was time for, because right at that moment, a small band of Forsworn attacked. One of them, an archer, shot three arrows into Torolf's chest. Another, a Briarheart, jumped down. It was obvious that he was an expert swordsman, for he attacked the two brothers in one fluid motion. When he jumped down, the Forsworn sliced Eredin's shins, rising up to slic in the middle of his arm, between his elbow and his hand. He turned on his heels, slicing the ends of the arrows off. He turned around on his heels again to make a large slice at the Nord's chest. The Reachman roared, grabbing Torolf and giving a fierce headbutt, the damage absorbed for the Reachmen by his helmet. He then kicked The Snowhammer into the water. Eredin sank down to his knees, pushed down by the Forsworn with his foot. He twirled a sword, taking a firm grip of the hilt, the spiked blade facing Eredin's neck. He grinned, looking over to the Archer who shot his brother.

"Look at this. Another Nord dog. Should I slit his throat and leave the blade in?"

"No, that'd be too painless."

"You're right, we should cut his limbs off, gouge his eyes out, rip his ears off, then do the same for his tongue."

"I say we stuff him with hay and some logs and use in as archery practice."

"Good idea!"

The Forsworn grinned evilly, while Eredin scowled deeply. "You killed my brother."

"Cry me a river, you Nord dog." He kicked him in the face. "You're our slave now, dog." The Forsworn seemed to enjoy kicking things, for the Reachman punted Eredin in the side. "That's for taking our homeland!" He stomped his side again. "That's for invading our homeland!" He lowered down, grabbing Eredin by the hair, raising him up and dropping his sword. He punched Eredin three times. "And that's, for killing, our brothers!" He dropped the semi-conscious Nord harshly on the wooden boards behind him, picking up his blade. "You ready to die, dog?"

"Thought you were a slave owner, not a murderer."

"Shut up!" He backhanded the Ice-Veins. "Ready to die?"

"I'd prefer... it was the other way around."

The Reachman backhanded him again. "Insolent dog! Time to put you down!"

(Feel free to intervene. If not, I can make something up.) (Uhhh...HKD, Cidhna Mine is located in Markarth, we are in Granite Hall.)