(Yol decided this was a crappy idea and left. Ignore his previous posts.)

{???}

Starting over: Sauriil crawled out of the rubble. The stone was red, and burning. Corprus monsters were everywhere.

'Damn!' He coughed.

Sharsosah

{???}

(I'm his brother. He just told me.)

{!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!}

"HYYYYYYYYYYYYYAH!"

*A khajiit wearing nightingale robes jumps on top of a thing and then slices the head off of two more.*

The other Corprus turn around and soon Bibo90 is surrounded by hundreds upon hundreds of Zombies.

Sauriil stumbled up. A zombie growled, and clawed at him.

The creature was burnt to a crisp. Sauriil ran with the speed of a young thief, swift for his age.

*I flip over a few zombies and keep up with the old man running.*

"Bibo90, *pant, pant* you?"

StrunLokSingh

(Yol decided this was a crappy idea and left. Ignore his previous posts.)

(i never said that! I'm still here!)

I use firebolt storm, crushing some of the zomibes.

{Strun, when Yol was mad because of the before the disappearance thread, were his ears red?}

Sharsosah

{Strun, when Yol was mad because of the before the disappearance thread, were his ears red?}

(what, now!)

Sharsosah

{Strun, when Yol was mad because of the before the disappearance thread, were his ears red?}

(They were. Why?)

'Sauriil Adorin. Good to meet you, Bibo90. What an odd name.' Sauriil leapt into the air pushing off of the head of a Zombie.

'Makor! Over here! To your left!'

What?

I look to my left I see a zombie leap in the air I grab it in the air and throw it on the ground.

{He said they were and I was wondering if it was true. (I'm over it Yol)}

"Well, well... your name is odd too!"

Name: Kissari the Seductress

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Species: Khajiit

Major 2 skills: Stealth and Archery

Weapon/s: Aldmeri Bow/Arrows, Aldmeri Daggers

Armor: Enchanted Leather Armor (Major Resist Fire), Enchanted Leather Boots (Major Stealth), Enchanted Leather Bracers (Major One-Handed), Enchanted Tiara (Major Archery), Amulet of Zenithar, Ring of Major Deft Hands

Shouts: None

History: She cannot remember her childhood, other than vague memories of the cold of Skyrim, and training to be a killer. She is a murderess, plain and simple, seducing men and women alike to their graves when needed. She thinks she was born in Skyrim, her Imperial accent showing she was raised by Imperials from Cyrodil. Her birthplace theory is reinforced by her snow-white, black stripped fur.

Home hold (where they're usually found): She is a nomad

Misc: Er... WIP