Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-7262318-20190831183150

''Morrowind. Just outside ''

BOOM!

Fire shot out from the windows and chimney of the farm house, the force shattering the glass and sending smoke billowing up into the sky. Velindil threw himself out the door and stumbled out, choking and hacking the smoke out of his lungs. His clothes were torn and covered in soot, his arms and hair singed. He made it only a few feet before he crumpled to the ground, his eyes tearing up.

"This One is not finished yet!" Came a voice behind him. Out of the door floated a Khajiit mage, her body surrounded by flames. Her hands were balled up into fists, and her rage-filled eyes locked firmly onto the bruised and battered Velindil.

"Please..." The High-Elf pleaded, holdings his blackened hands up. "I don't know where he is..."

"Liar!" The Khajiit cried, bringing her hands together and charging up a potent fireball. "Think very hard about it before I melt your eyes out of your skull.."

"Please!"

"Wrong answer!" She hissed. The High Elf cried out in agony as the Khajiit lifted her hands above her head and launched it down upon his skull.

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Haafingar, Skyrim

The projectile struck the harmless woodland creature, swiftly ending its life. Its carcass skidded across the snow, leaving a trail of blood before it came to a stop.

Garren exhaled and lowered his bow, his breath coming out like steam in the cold Skyrim weather. He rose up and slowly approached the rabbit, drawing his knife and preparing to skin it...