Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20150507072752/@comment-24736819-20150721140802

The bald man continued to play with the sword as he started approaching 201. He was incredibly good with it...

"Still quiet, huh? That’s a shame, I like when they talk.", Vinci kept smirking, he was up to something.

It seemed to be just an ordinary guard looking after the crates. The book he was reading was regarding the history of the Empire.

There was a half-eaten bread and a empty bottle of mead over the table...The guard's hand seemed to be hiding something else.

Arlowe succeeded and the imperial went towards the dunmer, both of them ending up on the ground.

The third one, however got close enough to swing his short sword towards the Vul's right leg.

"Fucker!", he let out as he attacked. It was a half breed of nord and imperial, very muscular and determined to end that battle in one swing of his weapon.