Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131213224841/@comment-24280666-20131218223918

"No. I haven't. But should I? I consult my spirit? What have I done? Why have I done this? I am mad! Corelas is correct. I can't... I must. You will have to die. I'm sorry. I need an example. I'm so sorry. It's not you. I must rule. It is prophecy." Ferrin said. "Guards! Post every guard outside the tower. Make sure no-one gets in. Thalmor! Stop killing. All mer report to the white-gold tower. Protect every entry. Make sure nobody gets in. No-one can get in without me." Ferrin snapped his fingers, transmitting his message to the troops. "I'm sorry." said Ferrin. "It's my prophecy. I must rule. I can't not rule. It is my birthcurse. You will be hung in public. Take her to the next room! I will seal it." Ferrin collapsed on the ground and wept.