Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20151108171024/@comment-27152625-20151113003643

Aerwen sighs a breath of relief and walks up to the dead Elves.

"Damn Thalmor." She sniffs the air and wrinkles her nose. She looked at the mage Thalmor and saw that there was a magicka potion in his pouch. Aerwen grabbed the potion and drank it.

When she finished drinking it, an arrow hit the bottle and made it shatter into pieces in her hand. Aerwen hid behind cover again. The archers were still alive. She looked around the corner and saw the two archers.

Aerwen casts Conjure Dremora Lord, hoping this would do something now that the mage was gone.