Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190324112237/@comment-5543592-20190329195127

As Graicus looked off the warm, bustling city turned into a treasonous deathtrap before his eyes. A crane carrying furniture swung above Meeko's manor. Man holes, leading to a drop into the sewers, were at every street. Three men rolled a massive cask of Black Briar Mead down the street.

So many walls that could collapse. So many breakables. So many dangerous, heavy, sharp, and perilous objects or ledges.

Solitude had turned from Skyrim's splendid capital into a horror show instantaneously.

It would be a long walk to the arena.