Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140927154933/@comment-24736819-20140928000223

"My Master is Molag Bal, you stupid Redguard! And those things are his way to dominate over you foolish mortals! Now fight me and I'll gladly kill you!", the Dremora snarled, angry.

"You want to fight me? ME?!", Niyharlathotep bursted into laughter. His creature-minions were standing behind him.

"I am the Crawling Chaos! The Doom Bringer! And your Death!", the bald redguard approached the dremora and took a small fork of his pocket.

The Dremora laughed.

"Oh, you'll fight me with that?! I don't care for those titles, you are the one who's going to die!", the daedra reched or his sword and charged at Niyharlathotep. The redguard smirked and started to sharpen the other side of the fork and when it was sharp enough he threw it at the daedra's feet and missed. The fork's teeth thrusted themselves to the ground, leaving the sharpened part in a 60 degrees angle with the ground.

"How pathetic! That was your attempt?", the dremora laughed loudly and started to charge at Niyharlathotep again.