Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161103102851/@comment-24366541-20161111203358

(This is my 4th attempt at getting a post up... Wikia hates me today...)

Reus quickly and mercilesly snapped the unconscious Scion's neck and jogged to the table that his gear had been left upon.

A few minutes passed while he equipped his gear and fastened his blade to his hip, the weapon feeling familiar in his battered hands.

Arieus then proceeded to release the other bloodbags and Thralls from their cells, before unsheathing his blade, ready for the trouble that would come, still aware of the blood that soaking his undershirt.

On more potion in my belt's satchel.

He quickly removed the Witcher poition of healing and drank it down as a large and muscled Dunmer approached, Scion's blade in hand.

"We fight with you Kogo Molamer. We offer Derjun, Alliance in man's tongue" The Elf seemed heavily accented, accustomed to speaking Dunmeri, probably from deep in the ashlands.

"We will defend the fleeing bloodbags and Thralls and join them in retreat after they've made it Ser." Arieus said with a nod.