Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161209153206/@comment-24736819-20161217141203

(In a normal pace, sure...but they are under a curse and won't stop working by anything or anyone. Also, they have a pretty handy person aiding them.)

"Quite a tight ship you run there, eh mr. Wrath?", Panmoneius came out of nowhere and coughed his lungs out, "I warned you about what was bound to happen...and remember, Whiterun will be a whole lot worse."

It sounded almost as if the weak-looking, pale man knew something that he was not sharing. A secret, perhaps.

Carden watched the people work in a zombie-like manner, completely overrun by the bard's curse. He was truly impressed by Mund's strength, it seemed that Clarisse wasn't lying about the man's heritage.

"Keep up the good work, gents.", the blonde man laughed as he drank a sip of ale he managed to retrieve from the tavern.

"What is happening?", Mund muttered to himself. He had no control over his body and his mind was set into achieving only one thing, rebuilt the city. He used his superior force to carry around large stone rubbles and to fix fallen ceilings and as he grew hungry, he only became stronger.

When Carden saw the long haired fellow halfgod carrying a large part of the fallen wall, he realized that when the people were done fixing the city he'd be in for a whole lot of trouble, so he promptly made way to the stables and stole a horse.

"Better not to be here when that hulking man snaps out...", he told the horse as he climbed up on it and rode out of the city.