Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150310112937/@comment-24942837-20150328013653

Eredin quickly poured paralysis poison on his arrows, making sure each got supple amount. Once this was one, he ran over to Fox. "If you have anything to paralyze the Forsworn, I'd suggest using it. Jarl won't be happy if more of his kinsmen are murdered than need be. If you need some Paralysis poison for your arrows, I have a spare bottle in my pouch." He patted a satchel dangling by his waist, supported by his arm on the other side. Nocking an arrow, he aimed at one of the Shamans.

Emeric held his breath, using his Eagle eye to help him as well.

He released. The arrows perfectly soared square into his right shoulder. Seconds after, the Shaman fell to his knees and started twitching. Moments later he fell to his right, landing on his back and lying still. He proceeded to do the same with the Shamans perched up on the wall, close to the battering ram. Once they were taken care of, the Nord jogged over to the Reachmen Jarl and his brother.

While Eredin had talked to Fox and shot down some of the Shamans with his paralyzing arrows, Torolf stayed back with Eignach, serving as an extra guard.

"Don't worry, m'lord. My brother might be the family fool, but I'll do my best to keep ye safe."