Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171226150054/@comment-17114085-20180327211329

The dragon wasn't oblivious and noticed the glowing arrows coming at him. He blew his concentrated breath of steam and managed to deflect half of the arrows. However, the other half made it to their marks. They shot right through the fabric on the wings and caught them alight.

"Haha!" Rigmor yelled with enthusiasm as the dragon began to lose balance in the air.

The Dwemer dragon tried to straighten itself but its right wing was a light and the burning fabric wasn't able to push the air. Within moments the dragon was forced to come down. It landed roughly on top of a nearby one story building.

"With those Centurions there we can't make it inside the keep." Sidanys noted.

Faire nodded. "Not if we want to go in unnoticed."

"We'll wait until the Nords draw out the Betrayed King and his minions, then we will move in." Athyis stated.