Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150212052353/@comment-25418438-20150212083209

Ulrich staggered out of the tavern in the early hours of the morning. The Red Dragon of Kynesgrove slightly pulled down his greaves and began urinating on the blossoming wildflowers and tundra. As Ulrich finished his business and pulled up his greaves an elven courier approached him "Are you Ulrich of Kynesgrove" The Elf asked in a pompous voice.

"That'll be the Red Dragon of Kynesgrove elf" Ulrich replied with disdain. The elf smiled and withdrew a small curved dagger "Well my masters have decreed that Talos is no God and anyone who worships him shall meet a swift painfull end." The elf slashed suddenly, opening Ulrich's nordic throat and watched as claret poured from his neck. "Join your precious Talos in Sovngarde Nordic scum... but remember the name Carrik... and soon your hall of valor shall be full of men who fall to my sword... you are but the first" The elf skulked away into the darkness of the night as a drunk Ulrich held his bloodied throat with his mighty hand.