Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131213224841/@comment-24280666-20131218010802

Ferrin chuckled. He had drained the Magicka from this female. He was now able to do his full spells. His first order of business? Become leader of the Thalmor. Second order of business? Protect Vidron. Third order of business? Kill that little adventuring troupe that had left him behind so many times. He snapped his fingers and teleported away. He was at the White-Gold tower. The Thalmor stood shocked. He snapped both of his fingers and buckled. However, he had froze the bodies of all the Thalmor. Now, to play up his game. "With a snap of my fingers, you are dead. I wish to become leader. I understand now that Altmer are superior to every other race in every way. I await your decision." said Ferrin as he stood up. Though he really couldn't kill them all, he was playing his bluff card. The Thalmor were still. One mer broke free and spoke to Ferrin. "We do need a leader but why should we trust you?" Asked the mer. "Aha!" chuckled Ferrin. "Because unlike you, nothing will stop me from killing these adventurers. Why you may ask? I continually heal them and provide other benefits and what do they do back? Lock me in rooms when I fall unconcious from draining myself. I will be leader because I have the udacity to destroy this city right now! We can ransack this city! We can take back the Aldmeri dominions true glory! We can be gods among ourselves avfter the lesser races are enslaved! Who's with me?" asked Ferrin. Ferrin snapped his fingers. All of the Thalmor raised their weapons in the air and shouted: "Glory to the dominion!" Ferrin said one last thing before he took a seat on the throne: "Oh, find this Vidron and bring him to me. Tell him: they have the spear." Ferrin chuckled madly as he began to plot the return of the Thalmor. All it took was the Magicka of one female to cast a trust illusion on the Thalmor. Thalmor ran out the door and through the streets, murdering (non-important characters) people everywhere they went. What could the empire even do? Ferrin let out a small laugh. He was king. King of the superior Altmer. If domination is what it took for people to take him seriously and respect him, then domination it was. Ferrin was angry. For the first time in a while he felt pure unbridled rage. H ehad helped them! What had they done? Mocked him and told him to bugger off. Finally Ferrin would have his revenge. he would keep Corelas alive. He was nice. But that vampire! He thought back. He had given the Kraalniik to an enemy of the Thalmor! He didn't necessarily like Thalmor and their ways but if this was the new Altmer empire, then he would be at the top where he rightfully belonged. Those two scum would think twice before mocking him again! Ha! Ferrin began to laugh maniacally. He stood up and looked out the window of the White-Gold tower. He saw mayhem on the streets below. It pleased him. He hated men. What would the old Ferrin say? To give everyone a chance to prove themselves and also never to kill. But! Had the old Ferrin been locked up in a room by his "friends"? No! The old Ferrin hadn't been out to see the world for a long time! He had now. He had seen scum and friends become scum. He would cleanse the land of men and all mer except the Thalmor. By Julianos, he would have Tamriel for his own. The tiny bit of peace left in this body of rage screamed at Ferrin to run and hide himself away! To at least not kill those he had befriended. But, that voice was silenced as rage flowed from Ferrin's very eyes. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Perhaps no one would know his intenal madness. After all, a king should not dirty his hands with the torture of Eilonwyn and Nish. He would have his best mer on it! And every race would kneel before him. Ferrin saw two little boys flee into a house. Ferrin snapped his fingers and the house set on fire. he laughed. It sure was going to be a fun day.