Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-5824038-20160116174710

Xarxes was getting a good reation from the crowd. They seemed to agree with his words, and he could see that he was making an impact.

'If our people can lay down arms at last, and work together, then we can change this world. Without fear of the enemy breaking over our borders, we will be free to prevent the suffering and misery that fills so many people's lives. We can-'

He was abruptly cut off. From behind him, a powerful surge of magical energy exploded into life, sending the soldiers and guards flying. Xarxes was knocked to the floor.

Standing there, shrouded by smoke, was a cloaked figure holding an ornate blade typical of traditional Dunmer ceremonial swords.

Shit! thought Talyaras. We never anticipated on them using magic to get there.

People in the crowds started screaming and running in all directions. Some of the snipers took aim, but tendrils of magical energy whipped out and killed them instantly.

'The Foyada Tong dislikes your presence here, outlander,' shouted the cloaked figure.