Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150116141921/@comment-16669347-20150119175654

"Damn it. This is annoying and pointless, we want to help you, not fight you." The Templar captain said. "But, orders are orders."

About a dozen of the Templars pulled strange dwarven contraptions similar to crossbows and fired them at the Imperials. Small dwemer metal balls about the size of tennis balls flew at the imperials and rolled along the floor releasing mist. The mist drained the Imperials' magicka and stamina by a massive amount for a few seconds before turning dark gray.

The lead Templar fired an alteration spell (projectile looks like the shifting cube in your hand when you cast oakflesh) at the cloud, all the imperials inside it were turned to stone.