Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141128022906/@comment-5543592-20141130232029

Efmrider wrote: "I did not step away to avoid the task, but to allow all of our company to realize the reality of our situation.  No, I do not desire to kill, but I know that it is sometimes necessary.  It is not my intention to become a full battle mage, Darach, but you came to learn the arts of war.  So did others.  One cannot learn the arts of war and not expect to use them.  Now the Empire relies on us to discover what this threat is.  We cannot shirk our duties." His eyes flashed sideways at Irvan for a moment, and he briefly flashed back to Megan snapping at Tomas for having too much self-pity. He returned his gaze to the girl walking next to him. "Yeah, we took the shite oath for a reason, yeah?"

The group heard voices as they approached the end of the hallway.

"You are not Hummel." Said one voice. It was deep, almost too deep to be possible, had an air of superiority, and was hidously monotone. Like a James Earl Jones as Darth Vader on steroids.

"I know!" Replied a second, irritated. "But we'd like to know about-"

"You are not Hummel." The first voice replied.

"Damnit!" The second voice complained.

"We're getting no where." Put in a third, sounding tired. "Let's grab the guys and get out of here."

"Just a few more minutes."

As they turned a corner they saw two guys, one a tall man in officer's dress, as in he was outfitted like a regular Morrowind Legionnaire but had an Officer's Helmet on. The second was a Battlemage, but not from the Academy. He had Imperial watch armor on and a blue hood.

They're backs were turned to the group and they were too busy bickering to notice them. In front of them was a giant golden orb of light. It's changed shapes as it spoke it's one sentence in it's Darth Vader voice:  "You are not Hummel."