Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141111164923/@comment-25101508-20141111172704

Shiera lied down on the uncomfortable, cold, flat surface. Her heart was beating fast as she readied herself for whatever Adawulf planned to do to her.

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Eriksson was reading a letter:

''Most Gracious Jarl of Haafingar and the Reach,

''I am writing to inform you of your imminent demise. However, I have not decided on how you should die. Should I hire a faceless man to slit your throat? Should I have a giant rip you into pieces like Ser Patrek? Should I have you killed in a red wedding? Should I burn you alive along with your Nine Gods? Or should I have you killed by a boar while your drunk on a hunt in the woods? I shall let you choose.

''Sincerely,

''Your Beloved Jorge R.R. Mertin

"Am I going to die?" Eriksson whispered under his breath.

"No sir, you are protect by the strongest knights of Western Skyrim, the Legions and the Penitus Oculatus. You are safe," one of Eriksson's trusted guards said.

"Eh, your grace, we have a letter for Lord Alliser Thorne."

"What is it?"

Eriksson's eyes and mouth opened wide as he read the report.

''I figured Adawulf was still alive but that fact that he wields this much power is disturbing. I'm going to have to contact Daerch and the Necessary Evil.''