Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24.193.16.121-20140104221608/@comment-5735114-20140105011510

Tyranil smirked as a Shadow Soldier came walked past him in a hallway, carrying a screaming Dunmer. That was the fourth one this month... Eventually they calmed down and told Tyranil all he wanted to know, and the story was always the same. Some noble or wealthy individual had hired them to put an end to the scourge living within Red Mountain and take the credit for themselves. They claimed they had tried to report it to the Dragonborn, hoping he'd be their salvation, but still no help would come. And every time the Dunmer were killed and summoned again as Shadow Soldiers to repeat the process. With this, Tyranil had eventually built a small army, though he could always summon more souls and corrupt them as Shadow Soldiers, it was an inefficient process. This way worked much better. Walking into a random room and taking a seat, Tyranil cast his thoughts back to the 'adventures' he'd had prior to the Dragonborn's government. If only Vidron were still alive, Tyranil could have all the power he needed to keep enough order. But still spread a little chaos...