Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150127181142/@comment-29559990-20150127203115

The Assassin was seemingly cornered, and he simply put his hands in the air.

"Kill me, then. It won't do you any good. Any minute now, there will be a fiery rain coming down upon your kingdom. Your citizens will burn, your men will die, and everything you cherish will be ripped from you in seconds. Such a pity, too. We gave you a chance..."

Then, the fireworks started. -

- Out skirts of Balmora, Vvardenfell. -

Vordel grew tiresome of waiting. The time for talking had past. Now, was the time to act, even if their Assassin was still inside.

"Alright, I'm sick of waiting for an answer." Vordel spat. "Get the catapults ready."

The catapults took aim, and the destruction began to rain down upon the city. Each catapult wiped out a large quanity of soldiers and citizens who were trying to flee the scene.

The catapults unleashed a barrage upon the city about 3 times, then the 700 men of the Shadowblood Ground Troops began storming the city with archers providing support from a overwatch position.