Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-5543592-20160725235442

DubiousPeddler wrote: The man with the crossbow frowned, unsure of how to proceed. "Yeah, you are. But right now, you're on our ship surrounded by our men. Not so tough now, are ya?" The Breton stated rather proudly, with a smug grin.

"Uhm, Fran?" The guard looking for Valeera's body said as he searched the area. "She's gone..."

"What?!" The man with the crossbow turned back to confirm the guard's claim. "She's probably invisible, just-- just look around there..." "The reason I come down here myself,"  Hrathmar continued, unconcerned, "is because it's an awful pain to bring a warship into a river this narrow.  If I had been the particularly determined sort I would've just blown you right out of the water and taken what I wanted from your corpses.  But I prefer words.  Because I'm a Justicar, a judge, and my words are the law.  So sit down and get back to whatever pointless thing you were discussing, unless I should decide to become... determined." He stood up and adjusted his robes, buttoning them at the front. "You can't hide from the Thalmor, gentlemen.  We're everywhere, we're unstoppable, and we're always watching.  You've had a good run of things so far, and if you want it to remain as thus, I suggest you stay out of my way." He smiled pleasantly at them,   "Do we understand each other?"