Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20151011004211/@comment-26446054-20151023080356

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While sailors tried to put themselves out, or get off the burning ship, Cyrnin swam back, exhausted from the ordeal. Adrenaline had left him, and now he walked with great effort back to the Red Plague, before seeing Lyria. Surprisingly, she was alive. He made his way over to her, stepping over the corpse of a man that had attempted to flee.

"Hold on..." He muttered, and examined the back of the body; there was metal and glass stuck in him. "Good gods..." He whispered, disgusted. It appeared the Thalmor had intentionally placed metal and glass in the explosives to kill civilians.

Standing up once more, Cyrnin walked on to Lyria, pushing singed wood aside.

"Can you stand?" Cyrnin knelt down, and asked her, almost rhetorically as he could see she was in no condition to speak, or in the case of the question, move.