Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20150308140423/@comment-24942837-20150322200427

Wulf quickly walked into the thickness of the forest and it's foliage, crouching down and sprinting away before any one of the Troopers could catch a glimpse of him. He quickly rolled down a hill, protecting Taren with his arms and back so he would not crush her.

When they reached the bottom of the hill, Wulf quickly tossed his robe aside. While still moving at blinding speed, Wulf took off his Jun Armor, placed his sword in his knapsack, put on ordinary green clothes, hide boots, hide bracers, and took out an Iron axe, placing it in his sword sheath. Both of their hilts were identical in size, so it should look the same. He flattened out his clothes, took his lucky Silver Circlet off, and ruffled his heair. He did the same to Taren, and winced.

"Quick, take your Jun Armor off," Wulf hissed. He added after, "I have some ordinary clothes, if they see us in Jun Armor they'll know exactly who we are. I'll also need your crystal sword, if you have one on you." Tossing the clothes she'd need, the Nord scratched his head, wondering what else he could do.

[pause for response]

He sighed, knowing a quick way to change his skin color. He scooped a bit of fresh dirt out beside him with three fingers, rubbing it into Wulf's face, arms, neck, a bit on his chest, and some on his legs, from his ankles to his kneecaps. Slowing down to a normal speed of an ordinary person, although he quickly continued his progress where he left off, using his speed as an individual, instead of via the Force. "I suggest you do the same. The more you alter yourself, the less they'll know it's us." Ruffling his head once more, he sprinkled some dirt in his hair, replying, "If they find out it's dirt, I can say I have some in my hair as well, do they don't think I'm being suspicious." He looked at Taren. "Do you understand? Oh, I almost forgot.

"Our alibi is that I'm your father, and you are my daughter. I was born on the 1st of Heartfire. I am 40 years old, and you are twenty. You were born on the Sixteenth of Heartfire. Your mother died from a bandit ambush. You and I were on a camping trip when we were attacked by wild bears. I killed the bears with this here Iron Axe." He gestured to the Iron Axe. He quickly took it out and cut his shirt and pants to make it look surprisingly realistic. "We became lost and have been wandering around for days. Both you and I are Imperials who live in Skyrim, Whiterun Hold, in a shack in the woods. If they find our swords, I'll say they were given to me by the "Jun."

The Jun Knight flicked his wrists up, moving his fingers slightly to adjust the armor and robes to make them look human-like. He pulled his fingers and arms back all the way, then extended both fingers and arms fully, making the robes look like the Jun had force jumped.

(I'll need a confirmation from Apollo, but if she doesn't want something happen I will edit this post to make it correct!)