Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191215110423

The atronach's frenzied attacks abruptly stopped as the creature from oblivion collapsed onto the ground, its head split into two bloody halves before the body was reclaimed back to the realm it came from, disappearing into darkness forever.

Torsten immediately readied his shield and sword, his grip still tightening despite the timely intervention by the Argonian. He wasn't going to treat their would be saviour with open arms yet.

"Who...and where the hell did you come from, lizard?!" The Nord demanded.

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Meralys smirk only grew wider at Rialor's words. Ah, the folly of the young.

"It's exactly why we should start from the top. Davon's Watch's leadership has been shit lately. They can't even stand on their two legs, yet the people at the top are only tightening travels to and from the city just so they can keep the resources for themselves."

The Dunmer woman paused to make sure the boy could keep up with him before continuing.

"We're gonna visit the Indoril manor. It's about time you know what secrets that hide in that old house of theirs."