Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-5543592-20140608224644

The Dremora looked surprised, then examined Rhiannon and Fintan closely. It raised it's hand and a twin lightning bolts shot forward, knocking both of them to the ground. They began foaming at the mouth and twitching quite rapidly. (Before y'all flip shit, they aren't dead.)

"False dieties!" Cried the Dremora. Anaril drew his daggers. Emrey drew his sword, but decided he was too weak as of now to enter the fight. Eogan charged forward, but halfway there, he suddenly felt like he was running through syrup.

"Mortals, do you not grow weary of this fighting?  Lay down, rest.  No harm will come to you."

"I'll settle for killing you, thanks." Said Eogan.

"Calm now.  Shut your eyes... rest..." Emrey dropped to the ground like a sack of potatos.

Anaril stumbled, trying to remain standing. He dropped both his daggers, fell to his knees, and then fell face first on the ground.

The rest of the group began nod off, slowly collapsing to the group. Eogan made a final few slow steps toward the Daedra.

"You are strong, for a mortal." Said the Dremora with mild admiration. Eogan collasped to his knees in front of the Dremora. He punched it in the shin, for all the good it did.

"That'll get you into trouble some day." The Dremora said with finality before kicking the Reachman across face, into unconsiousness.