Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131223145721/@comment-12599067-20131227154959

(Damn writers' block.)

Clavicus scowled as Jack stepped forward. "Clavicus, this is madness. We're spinning in circles here. We don't have anything to offer, but you don't want to release Mak without compensation. So. Here's what I'm willing to do," he said, taking a seat on the railing in front of the Prince. "In exchange for Mak's soul, I offer up one thing, and one thing alone. If you release Mak into our custody, I can offer you the Elder Scroll which he wields. When we recover it, and after we stop the war with it, you may have it. Think about it. The only Prince to currently wield an Elder Scroll in his hoard," he offered.

''"A compelling case. But if you fail to bring me the Scroll? Then what?" ''Vile asked, arching an eyebrow. "Then my soul is forfeit. Take it or leave it, Clavicus," Jack commanded, glowering down at the Daedra with a look of anger. "Very well, little one. We shall play this game for a time, and then we will see what happens when this is over. As for the man's soul," Vile stopped and guestured lazily to what appeared to be open pastures. "It is currently wandering the mists. If you can retrieve it, it is yours," he promised.