Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180515143122/@comment-26383377-20180520075037

"You're all milk-drinking cowards!" Throgar roars off of the top of his lungs, staggering back into his feet, and stomping down on the guards' chest. He looks around at the group of Imperial soldiers.

"You make a mockery of the empire, a damn mockery!" He yells. "You don't deserve to wear that armor, you thieves! You murderers!"

"During the Great War, men in that armor used to lay their lives down for the innocent, and the helpless!... damn you all... You bow down to your Thalmor masters, and step on those beneath you to in order to feel a shred or semblance of power!"

Throgar panted wildly, his eyes were bloodshot. "This empire should have perished during the Great War... Tiber Septim would be abhorred at what you people have become!"

"Do you not feel a shred of shame, of dishonor!? Do you even fear the gods!?!?"

"Cowards and milk-drinkers, all of you... All of you!"