Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20151202154950/@comment-27968758-20151203190436

(If that is everything then I am about to kick this thing off)

Nox Azool was in the Bannered, trying to drown out all of the whispers about him and his kind. Sipping on his Ale, he tried to imagine burning the place to the ground. How glorious it would be to see these bigots perish in flames, but he quickly shook away the thought. He hated that innate nature of bringing suffering. He was sure his father must have been a close friend of Alduins. Oh well, I shall await the others.