Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191114020701/@comment-25828117-20191114205749

Melinore seemed unfazed by the threats of the assassin and the vulgar language of a disgraced altmer.

She turned her attention to the race.

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"The Eton Bight is coming up!"

Helian had gotten to fourth place and was gaining by now. He was almost starting to enjoy himself when he suddenly saw those in front of him drop down in a spiral and then nearly hit a sharp edge of the mountain in the turn.

He realised then, he didn't have enough of a grip on Russafeld.

"Oh no..."

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The gryphons dove down out of sight from both the balcony at the Aerie and down below in the city.

A few seconds later they returned to view and...

Russafeld was flying without guidance. The gryphon broke off from the track now that its rider was gone.

The crowd in the city let their shock be known. It seemed the outsider had been tossed into the ravine.