Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191215223703/@comment-7262318-20191218042753

"Malacath's fuckin nutsack, these fucks are insane," Garran said. Alvoran looked away, trying to refrain from vomiting as Helian was doing.

"Bet it was another Daedra." Scaldor said, crouching before one of the corpses. "One ov' the more violent ones."

"Probably," Garran uttered. "Dagon, maybe?"

"No," Shrava shook her head, moving forward to get a closer look. "Dagon and Malacath would never. They and their followers brutes at heart. Their violence is reckless... this is precise and premeditated. This One would wager Boethia. Perhaps even Molag..."