Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3548382-20131206221138/@comment-25286356-20131207192848

Mayhem finds himself in the middle of the Deadlands. Lava, lavastones and a great darkness reigns in this region. The fallen Knight is suddenly forced to his hand and knees by unseen forces. The dungoen in wich he stands is dark and dusty, with a large river of lava seperating two pieces of hard stone. On one side: the fallen Knight, and on the other; one large throne, with four Dremora, each large and taller than the last, stand in line. Chains of pure fire lock themselves around Mayhem's wrists. They burn deep into his skin, leaving marks. Suddenly, a deep and heavy voice enters the scene.

"You have failed me, Mayhem. Or should I call you Discipline, Thor's star pupil?" Asks the voice.

"I have... the Knights invaded Bruma. The die was cast!" Retorts the Dremora-Knight hybrid.

Mayhem suddenly begins feeling his powers leaving him, his armour disintegrates and his sword is turned to dust. A white-hot burning metal instrument incrusts a large mark in the creature's back.

"You were to defeat him in battle! Not in a duel! You have ridiculized me, KNIGHT! For this, I cast upon the Mark of the Traitor." Angrily shouts the voice.

"I will not... I am... AAAAARRRRRGH!" Screams Mayhem, his voice piercing the walls and resonating across the mortal world.