Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20160530212729/@comment-768817-20160531234422

(Mhaz: Avelan is awfully young to know so many high level spells with no training.)

(S'Dalaar accepted.)

After about an hour Izmore spotted a group of nine Argonians walking towards the bar, all in black. They spoke to each other in Jel.

This page contained a mostly sensationalist piece about Skyrim's Dragon Crisis, and an advertizement for a weapons store called "The Red Shield", it seemed to have a strange printing error to it, but nothing Leland had not seen before.

Llereth, another Judiciar Elandra had worked with for sometime now, approached her "Sarkelph wants to see you in his office. I don't know what about, but it seemed important." he said walking away to his desk.

"Really now? Okay. Let's see what you've g-" He was interrupted when the doors swung open. His face turned serious, as he turned around, to confront the group of rowdy Argonians, who immediately stopped their laughing and joking when they saw the group of Altmer. The elf said, with a feigned quizzical expression "What in the fuck are dirty fucking swamp lizards doing in my bar?" he turned to his friend "Do you know what dirty fucking swamp lizards are doing in my bar?" this was obviously a rhetorical question.

The Argonian in front pulled his sword; the Argonians and Altmer followed, he spoke with a thick accent "The Black Hearts go wherever they please, knife-ear. We're gonna drink your blood tonight."

The two groups charged at each other. Blood sprayed, blades clamored, and men screamed. Then one guard tapped another, and whispered something, then the table of City Watch officers rose coolly, and entered the fray, attacking both groups. One chopped the hand off an Altmer before there presence in the fight was even noticed.