Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150827025355

(I wasn't talking about knocking the door down, but the wardrobe which was used to block the door from the other side. I know it is a forgotten language and I chose it precisely for that...but if it is too much of trouble I can look for another non-tamrielic language.)

"King Tormund was one of the few nobles who attended King funeral.", Farraud replied, "He and King Elyas are in good terms as he also provided some knowledge to solve the vampire problem Camlorn was having..."

He pointed at Camlorn on the map, "They are not on our enemy's side, but they would surely side with Emeric if given a reason... Shornhelm is the only thing between Camlorn and Northpoint and Camlorn also is the only kingdom between Daggerfall and Shornhelm.", he continued his explanation.

"We can benefit from the war between Camlorn and Northpoint. Shornhelm is going to get right in the middle of a shitstorm...as long as we don't give Camlorn a reason to join their ranks."

(Oh, and Harry, Gardner and Dorell aren't that close...there's literally almost the entirety of Wayrest between them, including the Wrothgarian Mountains. Storig and Pellin are much closer.)

"Milord, if you do not help us...then the land will quickly become inospitable again! Without the tools, which were burnt, and without the seeds to grow, the weeds will start to take over. We don't have enough money to do so as most of our belongins were also burned down.", the carpenter said to Matthias, hoping that talking loud would also make the Lord hear him.

The one closer to the door was quickly put down by a silky, smooth slash of the Prowler's dagger as he called for the others. The assassin was not only shielded by the darkness but also with his invisibilty.

It didn't took long for the soldiers to realize they were moments away from meeting their demise. One by one, the Prowlers revealed themselves close to the Knights as if they had been following them since the beginning of their adventure into the city.

The spellcaster was the last one to die...by the hands of Dùlan.

The weird man approached the fallen one, almost dancing and smiling that weird, creepy smile he had with the sharpened teeth.

"You made a poor choice.", he laughed as he knelt beside the knight and thrusted his dagger into the knight's neck.

The Prowler who was upstairs removed the wardrobe and grabbed the unconscious Lord.