Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160723005405/@comment-3293219-20160725225222

"Heh... Remind me to never hold a huge party if I ever become stinking ritch." Jude smirked, looking around the room.

"Well, I think we've got ourselves into a hell of a lot of trouble." Scire concluded, standing and dusting his hands against each other. "We just knocked out a guard, and the lord is dead.  Might as well have painted the picture for us to be framed in."

"Not if we get what we need and get the fuck out of here." Jude shrugged, looking back.

"C'mon, we should hurry!"

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There was nothing but darkness... Oh and a woman's high heeled shoe, that flew straight into his nose, causing him to stagger back and smash his head against the wall. He felt a sharp sting below his rib as a second blade was shoved into his abdomen.

"Ha! Gotcha!" A wild eyed Bosmer chirped, pulling him back and causing him to stumble forward and fall off of her blade. She leapt into the air and her blades extended into fans that were razor sharp and heading straight for Hadrian's throat...

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Agatha shrugged, staring out onto the party.

"He must be getting desperate..."