Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150204060459/@comment-25038310-20150207143054

Arnaud looked up at the skie aove Windhelm, at the countless dragons that stated making their way to the Throat of the World.

He thoughtit was the End times all over again. But he was distracted from that thought quickly, as crowds and hordes of Dunmer and Nords made their way out of the city, panicking and screaming.

He was nearly knocked over by thepeople, but could manage to keep himself balanced. He started running to the stables, in an attept to escape the chaos that was ensuing.

He knocked over various people, ranging from Bulky Nords, to Argonians and Dunmer in an attempt to reach his own horse.

From a distance, he noticed a dunmer was pulling the reigns of his horse at the stable, in an attempt to escape the chao and the dragon by horse.

Arnaud grabbed a throwing knife - he knew the dunmer relied on an instinct - a feeling of "I have to get out of here". He did't blame him - he woudl've done the same thing. But he wasn't so willing to sacrifice his steed for it.

Before he could throw the knife, the sky above him darkened as a dragon flew above the bridge a few meters above him. He was amazed and slightly staggered at the same time - he had never seen a dragon from that close.

When the Dragon was gone and flying to the same location as all the other dragons, Arnaud threw the knife, quickly taking hold of the situation. The dagger landed in the elf's throat, which made him fall over and turn the white snow in a pink and gory substance. He eventually managed to grab the reins of his own horse, and patted its head. He rose, taking a seat as he tried to escape the chaos and the crowd of people.

Some Nords tried pulling Arnaud from his steed, but when Arnaud swung his sword around, the Nord's weren't that motivated anymore, and continued their attempt to run away of the city.

Arnaud saw a small family with their mother and daughters attempting to make their way through the crowd, but they were nearly crushed by the panicking of the people around them that ignored every beg for mercy and help.

He was almost out - he could see the edge of the path that would lead him to the south west - away from Windhelm.