Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160122091527/@comment-29461586-20160123091403

"What?! What do you mean?!" Thongvor asked Yngvar.

"I don't know, but they just came out of nowhere! Calcelmo's already gone, and the rest of the staff are dead-" Yngvar was cut off when the only door that barred the throne room was breached.

The screeches of angry Falmer could be heard, and the weird sounds of chauruses. They began to swarm towards the keep, intent on killing every and any surface-dweller.

"To arms!!! Voctory or Sovngarde!!!" Thongvor exclaimed. He and his few remaining men drew their blades while the steward cowered somewhere secluded.

Despite the bravery and valor of the Nords, they were no match for the cunning and deception of the Falmer, whom were also trained in the arts of magic, and the tenacity and venom of the Chaurus...

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Markarth was in total chaos. People everywhere didn't know where to go, aside outside, where the wilderness of the Reach resided. Some were too confused, and were eventually hacked to death by the Falmer or eaten by the Chaurus.

There were those who refused to give in however. Among these people were a Nord who has had enough of being stepped on...

Freydis kept cutting down Falmer, but refused to get too close to the Cuaurus nor get hit or bit with their venom.