Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-24141785-20150619153408

Tabiah climbed down the ladder and into the sewer, her clothes stained by the muddy water.

This is just great..."

The witch stumbled through the sewer, killing a few skeevers along the way. She was surprisingly capable, even though extremly tired. All the dunmer wanted was to collapse into a bed and rest, but it seemed that would have to wait.

''Where the hell will I go? My employer is probably dead...''

She sighed before seeing the gate ahead of her. Tabiah truged through the water and noticed the lock.

How the hell will I get this open?

She was considering lockpicking but her skill was, to say the least, terrible. She drew her longsword and sliced at the lock, managing to split it in half.

And thieves think they have skill...

She pushed open the gate and jumped out of the sewer, landing on her feet.

Never forget your path...