Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150404064321/@comment-29458028-20150406064437

Raytheon spurred his horse on, but a massive, rainbow explosion stopped him. He slid off the horse and drew his sword, shaking his head, as the air around him dropped in temperature.

"The Summerset Sirens have a male leader. I call him the pimp" remarked Raytheon as an Altmer mage dressed in a black fur coat with golden trimmings stepped out. He wielded a golden staff ... or cane.

On his back was a pair of elven longswords, while he wore ebony armor with gold filigree below the fur coat.

"Well, you must return me my girls! How am I going to do business?" said the fabulous elf.

(This guy is not meant to be a pushover.)