Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150528095614/@comment-29458028-20150531030037

There were four Thalmor, dressed in full golden suits of heavy armor. They all carried shields and swords. The armor looked magical, and didn't look like standard design.

In the snow, there was a faint outline of a man, dressed completely in black armor. He was wearing a hood and a cloak.

Aerys immediately drew her bow, an arrow of magicka forming, as she aimed it for one of the Thalmor's heads.

She let go and watched as the arrow staggered the man. It didn't penetrate his helmet, though. The explosion later took the head clean off.

Two thalmor went to engage, shouting "shit, they are escaping. You go take care of that funny guy!"