Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150109200212/@comment-29559990-20150118055639

Borskar had managed to haul himself onto two feet and marched over to The Nord, wanting so desperately to finish the job and end his pathetic life once and for all...

But no. Not yet. There was still some information he needed to muster out of him.

"Bishop." Borskar spat out. "Who. Were. Now." Was all he said. However, the message was quite clear.

The Nord laughed and looked up at him from his position on the ground, saying to Borskar "You fool. Bishop knew he was coming for you. He's probably out of Riften by now and heading across the border. The job is done. You lose!"

Borskar planted a boot in the man's cranium, disorienting The Nord for the moment. "As long as we are breathing in and out, we haven't lost."

"And who is "we"? You and Maven?" The Nord smirked. "That's not "we", Borskar. That's just owner and bitch."

Another firm boot caught the Nord off guard, but still he pressed on. "Go onto Riften. If Bishop's not their, then he's gone for good. You might as well hurry."

Borskar thought for a moment, and then instructed Mioshe and Talnarach to head back to the others. They needed to get back as quickly as possible. As they left, Borskar whipped out his Nordic axe and aimed for the head.

The Nord chuckled. "And who will you dedicate this death to? For Maven? For Hesca? For Malka?"

"None of em." Borskar stated, and he swung the axe down onto The Nord's head. "That's for Akros."

(I think if we get a decent amount of activity tomorrow, We'll be done. :D)

(Gnight.)