Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170914174248/@comment-3293219-20170922170958

"It is my hope." The Dunmer grinned.

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As they stepped outside, they quickly noticed that they weren't alone, the house was seemingly surrounded by mechanical men, replicas of Imperial/Breton or Nordic beings.

Each one held some form of large gun, though the barrel looked too wide to launch bullets, not to mention that the White Gold Catastrophe would make them too unstable to be of any use now.

"Fire!" The Heratic yelled, dropping to his knees as all of the weapons blasted small grenades, full of the Heratic's gas into the house and at the group's feet.