Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-3293219-20131230114815

The wizard stood, hunched over, his desk at the heart of Fort Farragut.

He stood, puzzling over the new adititions to his 'collection' and how they could have caused such an explosion and left such a crater behind. The wizard didn't have much time to scavenge, before the primitive people of Cheydinhal came to investigate, he barely got out of there without being seen...

''Lot's of dwemer cogs and gears... possibly a bomb? No... why detonate a bomb, when you are at the heart of it?''

''Unless... was it unintentionally detonated? ''The wizard glanced up as the door opened, breaking his trail of thought, he looked into the mirror that he kept on the bureau, so that he could see who was stood behind him. The wizard had a phobia of having his back to people, it cost him everything last time, his realm, his books, all of it was lost to that damned dark elf and his argonian accomplice.

"Yes?" He snapped, he had little time for his servants.

The servant stepped forward, a nord, dressed in fur armour, he was a bandit in a previous life.

Its eyes were fixated on its master, it had no sign of awareness, self or otherwise.

"Master Xeron, the dunmer has woken." It stated in monotone.

Delight came to Xeron's face but it looked more like a sick sense of satisfaction, than relief or gratitude. "Excellent..." He grinned, placing his alchemy set on the table and swivelled around on his heel, bringing his robes around with him as they swayed.

"Let's go and see our new guest..." Xeron replied in a cold, dead, gravelly voice.

His grin stayed with him as he left the chamber and went to his 'guest.'