...Looks like a babysitter!...Love it...She sounds cool...
J'Zirlo went deeper into Sarthaal. Thereupon he was received a vistation by a creepy Altmer that only he could see, and was then told he had to save the world from whatever foolery was on its way...
"You will be judged on your actions little mage. The Psijic Order have been watching you for sometime..We have faith in your power."
"
Me?"
"Yes."
"Rrreally?"
"Um...Yes."
"I fear you confuse Khajiit with his foolish
brother's delusions of grandeur."
"And yet I'm in
your head. Don't make me come over there and hurt you. Having your head explode will put a hell of a dent in your day. Go save the world Khajiit. We will talk again."
*Sigh*...
"I heard that."
Tolfdir, who hadn't seen or heard anything except J'Zirlo's talking to himself...Got into a fight with a goodly few Dragur...And then eventually found a glowing orb which made J'Zirlo's teeth itch...
"Ahh, the mighty Dragur Lord with the silly name...Come, throw your frosty-spikes at J'Zirlo, whilst I smack your head with my shield repeatedly...Like this...And this...And this..."...*Stab*..."Oh dear, you are now dead...Again..."
This post has been edited by McBadgere: Mar 31 2012, 03:34 PM