Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-7262318-20170724010136

Bagarok let go of Taeris and looked to the book in Meilir's hands. Shaking like a leaf, he grabbed the book and plopped down on the ground. The gesture all but confirmed that his friend was dead. The man who had kept him safe, kept him out of trouble, and taught him everything about this world. He was gone.

And Bagarok wasn't there to save him this time.

"No..." He squeaked.

"Excuse Gunnar, everyone!" The pirate bellowed. "If he can have your attention!"

He paused a moment, to allow them to at least give him passing fare.

"Below Gunnar is several hundred pounds of Dwemer oil.  If yer not off Gunnar's ship in thirty seconds, he drops this latern.  And... ka-blooey!"

Bagarok turned his attention to the yelling Pirate. The man responsible for all of this fighting. Bagarok was still shaking, but it wasn't with a crippling sorrow anymore. As he gazed at the lunatic, he began to shake in fury. He dropped the book, and stomped over to him. The blue aura that usually glowed around him turned red.