Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-5824038-20160116215556

(Last post for tonight.)

The cloaked figure looked enraged at Azirath's presence. Underneath his hood, Azirath could see that he was a Dunmer, and quite old.

'You step up to defend him? Why? He comes here spreading untruths, telling lies, and hoping to delude us all into opening up the way for his armies!'

He held up a hand, and a strong surge of magicka knocked Azirath back a few feet. Then the cloaked man leapt towards Xarxes, who lay helplessly on the stage.

Up above, Talyaras had crawled into position, and grabbed a dead sniper's rifle. She unclipped the safety, and looked down the sight. It was hard to get a clear shot with so mamy people, and slight inaccuracy could hit Azirath or Xarxes. Luckily, the mage hadn't seemed to have noticed Arnaud coming up from behind.