Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150305221042/@comment-32420582-20150306085247

Somewhere in Skyrim...

"One down bottle down, nine more to go..." an Orc sang darkly as they beheaded a bandit, the sickening sound of metal cutting through flesh sounding, then a sickening thud of a dead body, their voice was like a crow screeching out for help while it was burning alive, it threw the bandits off, it made them lose focus. A small Bosmer moved like lighting and chopped the legs off of two bandits, they screamed out in pain as they fell off the cliff into the river below, their screams echoed off the rocky walls.

A massive Argonian who was coal black and had blood red eyes ripped the head off a young female breton bandit, the sound of flesh ripping and bones sounding in protest roared loudly. A very tall Altmer summoned five daedra which flew into battle with battle cries, they tore through the bandits, the Altmer proceeded to freeze then bandits alive for a Redguard which smashed them into little bloody icebits with his warhammer, it was a bloody sight.

(Read what the man (The cross breed, AKA Avenwulf) says in a scottish accent.)

Lastly a man who was a cross breed roared out in laughter as a small bandit bosmer tried to swing a iron warhammer at him and it just bounced off, he grabbed them by the hair and lifted them up into the air laughing, the small female bosmer cried out in pain and clawed at his gauntleted hand. "Lass, you 'r no stronger then a dam' pup' with no tit to suckle 'rom it's mother! Ye' 'r a runt!" he remarked in his strange accent, he then threw them off the cliff into the river below.

The man turned to the others, all the bandits were dead, "Good job team!" he said, changing his accent to a Nordic one.