Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161209153206/@comment-17114085-20161215115057

Kyrnil was leaning against a tree, Wuuthrad leaning on his shoulder. He looked up at Evelyn. He cared little for her being there. He was still grieving over the loss of his Companions.

"It had to be a damned child of Dagon. Those bastards probably some of the strongest Demiprinces. Their kind are children of Daedra, the embodiments of change, and Mehrunes is the Prince of Change." He sulked. "My men didn't stand a chance, especially not with Seven of those fuckers."