"I'm sure it can't be that bad?" Said Emily

Makor sprints to Sauriil as he picks him up "Healers!" 

Lokonikah

He looks around to the three of them, quirking an eyebrow at Emily's unusual behavior (Fuck you, Tiberius! Yer worse than Hitler!), before sliding forward a single sketch, made by one of the field scouts. It showed a strange snake-man, clad in armor similar to that of the old Blades but... far more intricate looking. He then looks up to them before speaking.

"Any idea what this thing is? We've seen them probing our wall, but they have yet to do anything other than give our guards and scouts the shakes."

(Is it Alduin's Blood? If not, then forget what I said.)

YolGoraagSingh

Makor sprints to Sauriil as he picks him up "Healers!" 

(Bruh, he isn't injured.)

StrunLokSingh

(Bruh, he isn't injured.)

(I know, Makor doesn't know that) 

(Ignore that post.)

'It's a Tsaecsi. Nothing to dangerous. Though they do eat Men and Elves.'

Meanwhile, in Tiberius' Palace, a certain, beaten elf has had her limbs broken, before being thrown against the wall of her cell once more. Tiberius then bends over, grabbing her roughly by her throat and lifting her up, before he places a finger on the mark on her forehead, pumping it with more Black Magic (same stuff, different name :P) before dropping her onto the ground.

"WHy do you resist, when all has fallen?"

( Ignore the helping him up and asking once again bit, but not the torture scene. )

Lokonikah

( Ignore the helping him up and asking once again bit, but not the torture scene. )

(just edit the post) 

StrunLokSingh

(Ignore that post.)

'It's a Tsaecsi. Nothing to dangerous. Though they do eat Men and Elves.'

"Tsaesci? I thought they were just a legend... If they eat Men and Mer, why do they not attack?" Qorian then returns his gaze to the sketch, his eyes running over it as he assesses any potential strengths and weaknesses.

"They're probably scared of me!" Makor jokes. 

'It is wearing Blades armour? Then that would be your answer. This one is much more civil.'

"The Tsaecsi? I've heard of them I haven't seen one...though it would be fun" Said Emily with a smile, thinking too herself

"From what the legends say, Dragonborn, I highly doubt that. They gave even dragons a tough time. Am I right, Sauril?" He looks over to the eldest of them for an answer.

Meanwhile, in Tiberius' Palace, a certain, beaten elf has had her limbs broken, before being thrown against the wall of her cell once more. Tiberius then bends over, grabbing her roughly by her throat and lifting her up, before he places a finger on the mark on her forehead, pumping it with more Black Magic (same stuff, different name :P) before dropping her onto the ground.

Falin breathed heavily, trembling slightly from pain. The past few months had taken their toll; scars marred her now sickly thin body, her horns had long since been snapped off and her remaining eye had grown dull. Had it not been for her quickened healing, she would have long been dead.

"Why . . . " her voice had grown quiet, hoarse, "do you still persist, when you can't succeed?"