Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116082731/@comment-19164168-20200107164849

Such hatred. Falindil thought as he casted a healing spell on himself as he parried the reckless swings by Bastian, while slowly steering him towards his Atronach and Thaddeus.

"Thaddeus, to the Vaults!"

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"They can, assuming the Cabal would even want to set foot outside the city." Mihra smirked.

"How dare you..! Shor strike you down..!" the commander cursed.

"The gods are dead, and so are you." Mihra waved away at the Stormcloak.