Sauriil chuckles and sits down. 'Fools. Always fighting, no time for the studies of the finer arts.'

Khadba Reaches out and pulls the shiv out of Makors shoulder-twisting it as he does so. He throws it to makor and draws his own shiv. " now we both have one"

(Pants, shitty-ragged boots, and a rather hasitly tied on tunic. She used her torso wrap as a bandage for Makor.)

Pinning Soldin to the ground, Falin pressed presses a shiv to his neck. "You so much as move from this spot," Falin snarled, almost nose to nose with the old Nord. "And I will gladly rip your good for nothing throat out. Understand?"

"Falin!" (Makor calls her to toss the shiv) "If you have any honor left in you, you'll wait."

Soldin closes his eyes and whimpers.

YolGoraagSingh

"Falin!" (Makor calls her to toss the shiv) "If you have any honor left in you, you'll wait."

( khadba allready has one and he threw you the one that was in your shoulder)

grimlaarkin

( khadba allready has one and he threw you the one that was in your shoulder)

(Oh, mistake, change dat right away!) 

Makor draws his shiv and swings it around "Come on, shit bag." 

"Good," Falin muttered before standing.

(Then there's hadar with a fractured skull that he needs to heal when we get out of prison)

Sauriil stood up, closed his eyes. He lifted his hand, casting Telekinesis. Everyone was lifted into the air.

'Why do you fight? Hm? Why are we killing each other when we have a better chance of escaping this if we work together. Such chaos. Has Nirn really come to this? When we need each other the most, we fight?! And Makor! I thought better of you. You are the future Warchief! When did a king forsake reasoning for madness?!'

Khadba kicks Makor in the chest to push him back and have more room. Makor trips on Soldin.

Soldin:" not my fault!"

Makor kicks Soldin "Sauriil, is right we need to escape this dreaded prison." He spits in front of Khadba "Piss off, bastard." 

StrunLokSingh

Sauriil stood up, closed his eyes. He lifted his hand, casting Telekinesis. Everyone was lifted into the air.

'Why do you fight? Hm? Why are we killing each other when we have a better chance of escaping this if we work together. Such chaos. Has Nirn really come to this? When we need each other the most, we fight?! And Makor! I thought better of you. You are the future Warchief! When did a king forsake reasoning for madness?!'

( im sorry but you can't do this. if you had read the rest of the story you would know that you cant do magic in this prison. some weird dwemmer enchantment causes this)

StrunLokSingh

Sauriil stood up, closed his eyes. He lifted his hand, casting Telekinesis. Everyone was lifted into the air.

'Why do you fight? Hm? Why are we killing each other when we have a better chance of escaping this if we work together. Such chaos. Has Nirn really come to this? When we need each other the most, we fight?! And Makor! I thought better of you. You are the future Warchief! When did a king forsake reasoning for madness?!'

(can't use magic the guards put a spell on you so you can't use magic while in prison)