Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170518153821/@comment-2165692-20170526010927

Elenwen returned the smile "Ah yes. I remember your name from the guest list. Please, tell me more about yourself. What brings you to this..." She hesitated for a moment, rethinking her words "to Skyrim?"

"Madame Ambassador, I'm so sorry to interrupt..." Malborn said, from the nearby bar.

Elenwen turned to the Bosmer with an agry tone "What is it, Malborn?"

"It's just that we've run out of the Alto wine. Do I have your permission to uncork the Arenthia red..." he said but was interrupted by Elenwen.

"Of course. I've told you before not to bother me with such trifles." Elenwen said, still a tone of annoyance in her voice.

"Yes, Madame Ambassador." Malborn said and went to uncork a new flask, as Elenwen turned back to Elvrich. "My apologies. We'll have to get better acquainted later. Please, enjoy yourself." She then turned and heade bakc to the toher guests. Among them were Jarl Elisif the Fair. Erikur, Idgrod Ravencrone, Maven Black-Briar, Ondolemar and Vittoria Vici, Razelan had taken a seat at a nearby bench, sad and lonely without his best friend. Alcohol.

"Hey! Somebody get down here! Help!" Ulfr said as two bandits came along and spotted Dertaris they immediately charged him, one with a sword, the other with a spear.

Egil swings his sword shattering most of the icy spears, except the last one, which hits him in the shoulder. He falls to one knee, grabs the spike and pulls it out. He aims the bow one more time and fires towards Shomane, then aims once again, repeatedly releasing arrows. At least one has to hit with this many arrows at this range.



The Stormcloak army passes by Whiterun.