Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170518153821/@comment-2165692-20170624000319

Rulindil was slowly getting up, he coughed up a bit of blood, his entire side was scorched from the fireball.

"He's engaged in battle with a Thalmor mage, they seem to be on equal terms, he's much more powerful than the Justiciars that walk the roads of Skyrim." Nazrei said, she put down the Spyglass, letting the others take a look if they wanted "I'm not sure if he'll win, at this point."

Dhraff screamed out "Vampire! Hewnon, Run!" he said as he turned to sprint deeper into the Ratway. Hewnon got up from his fireplace and ran as well.

Egil still in his disguise approached the gates of Markarth, his helmet putting his face in shadow. He had one hand on the pommel of Morgenlys. Hiding it to make it resemble a large Imperial Sword, in truth it was a greatsword, but he now carried it at his left waist, high enough up to not touch the ground yet, low enough to not attract too much attention.

(Quick Notice. I have an unintroduced character at Nilheim, near Ivarstead. So if you decide to go there, all the Bandits wll be dry husks of skin and bone, Think, fresher dead draugr in modern armor. If she remains undisturbed then she won't appear until Dawnguard probably.)