Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150220061957/@comment-29559990-20150222050412

Atharion sat cross-legged in a rather uncomfortable wooden chair, manipulating a small spark of fire in his hands out of pure boredom. He and his bunch of high elf bandits, collectively known as the Altmeri Raiders, had failed to do anything productive over the last few weeks. There were no caravans to raid, no merchants or nobles to capture, and no rival bandits to lay waste to.

However, Atharion knew that would change this day. Not too long ago, his men were to ambush a caravan coming in from Cyrodil, but it was intercepted by another band of nord scum who had a similar plan. However, they had managed to track down the bastards to Halldir’s Cairn. Today, they would claim what was rightfully theirs.