Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151207231213/@comment-29559990-20151212210431

The two Khajiits disappeared into a very, very thick cloud of fog before busting out through it. Kazrris was the only one to appear, however, and he found himself in the center of a camp ground. It looked empty, but the embers of the campfire were still smoldering...

"Little girl?" Kazrris called out, turning in circles to try and spot her. Eventually, the little girl did appear, but she was on the back of a massive Khajiit that could easily pass as a bear.

"I'm sorry. He said I'd get extra food if I did this," The little Khajiit shrugged.

Kazrris took a step back, realizing he had fallen into a trap. "You think that cat scares me?" He hissed. "I've faced things scarier than that!"

It was then, that a knife found itself pressed against the throat of the Khajiit, and a familiar voice whispered in his ear. "Scarier things like me?"

Kazrris's entire body stiffened. He knew that voice, and he had prayed to the gods that he'd never have to hear it again. And it would seem those prayers had gone unanswered.

"Drop the swords," Goriyn grinned, and Kaz complied. He was forced onto his knees, and down into the Dirt. Soon, Borskar appeared and binded Kazrris's hands together. All the while, he remained silent. Out of fear...