Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-17114085-20170528181350

Rigmor snikered. "I'm my own man!" He said loudly, then added. "You should be less worried about the Dragonborn and more worried about how far I'm going to stick my foot up your ass."

"Rigmor, calm down. He didn't mean any offense." Erich said, holding his friend back. He knew how touchy Rigmor was on the subject of his father.

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The bandit was blasted away and hit a Dwemer pipe, the fell to the ground. He groaned and then tried to push himself back up, though he had post his weapon.

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Before leaving the Pit entirely, Hulgarth grabbed his belongings from the Jailor. Two steel armbands, his mother's necklace and his personal dagger.

Now outside the Windhelm Pit, Hulgarth cleaned some troll blood from his face. When he had stabbed the beast under the arm blood had sprayed on his face.

He then let the cold Skyrim breeze flow into his face. Hulgarth had been imprisoned for quite a few months before he was finally able to demand a fight in the Pit. It felt good to be out of a cell.

(Will be posting his character card shortly.)