Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140624141326/@comment-3293219-20140624170553

A Daedra in battle armour entered a large throne room, he marched intently, causing his daedric armour to chink and clunk with every step. His armour was daedric armour, which didn’t look all that unique, except the fact that it had an aura about it, from the fact that it was heavily enchanted. He continued to march, until he stopped with a definitive stomp, which brought his march to an end, just in front of his master.

His master was a Dremora, who lacked horns and his skin was a dark shade of red. His armour looked like a cluster of small black tendrils, almost like he was a servant of Hermaeus Mora, rather than Dagon but it was red and had two large spikes coming out of the pauldrons.

“Master? Melaas has fallen; it seems that he underestimated these intruders…” The armoured Daedra informed him, glancing to his left before looking back.

“Melaas always lacked physical strength, we knew that the day would come where he’d meet someone capable of pushing past his pathetic tricks.” The Master replied, seemingly uncaring that his comrade had fallen or indeed that he had failed.

“Of course, this means that they are dangerously close to your tower…” The Warrior reminded him, prompting him to scowl and look away.

“Indeed… I think that it’s high time that we unleash our pet on them and see that they fail… I will not risk them reaching this tower!”

“Master, they are simply mortals… We could take care of them, even without weapons!”

“That sort of arrogance is the very thing that got Melaas killed! If we underestimate them and they kill us? Dagon will find out that we’re plotting against him and when he does? He will torment our souls for all eternity!” He slammed his fist and rose to his feet, fire burning in his eyes as he looked down on his minion.

“That is what is at stake here, Korus, not only will our plans fail but we will be forever punished for devising them in the first place. These mortals must be stopped!” The Master, having calmed down a bit turned around and went back to his throne, reclining in it and resting his jaw on his hand.

“Now… Make sure that you take care of it and for destruction’s sake, make sure that you don’t fail miserably like Meraas did!”

Korus nodded, placing his hand firmly on his axe as he turned away and began to leave the room, getting to work on stopping them. He was greeted by another Dremora, who stopped just before him and nodded.

“Unleash Mactan…” He ordered, unable to stop himself from grinning.