Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140606235802/@comment-3293219-20140610104041

Sigard stood outside his cave, watching the glowing beacon on the horizon, with his hands behind his back, grinning as he observed the invasion of Morrowind from a distance.

“I never thought I’d see the day…” He muttered under his breath as his lieutenant came up behind him, fixing his red, glowing eyes on him. His lieutenant was a tall man, in black robes; he joined his leader and stood attentively, with his hands behind his back, almost like he was mimicking him.

“The Empire has dominated the Adamantine forces, they’ve taken Narsis and decimated any resistance.” He informed him, from his voice, it was obvious that he was an Altmer but his face had been completely obscured.

Sigard just huffed in response, like this was mere trivia.

“It was inevitable, their ruler is weak and a weak ruler is like a weak brain, every nerve, muscle and bone becomes useless if the brain isn’t strong enough to direct it. It’s an inevitability of relying on genes I suppose…” The Nord turned around and stepped back into the cave, his lieutenant followed behind him.

“If it weren’t for us, she wouldn’t have survived this long to begin with; she should count herself fortunate, that she is such a good puppet for our Master.”

As he finished speaking, Sigard threw the door to his underground lair open, inside was a long tunnel, which had been dug out by ashlanders that once lived in these lands. The second battle of Red Mountain proved most unfortunate for them as hundreds if not thousands of Argonians poured through, using their caves as trenches or tunnels as they avoided the harsh conditions of the surface.

This was possibly the Shadows of Tyranil’s greatest asset, the smoggy atmosphere was enough to conceal their activities from afar but thanks to the mages, they were able to alter the atmosphere, creating sand storms which threw all of the dust into the air, to hide their agents as they stepped out and embarked on their missions.

“Still no word from the agents that we sent?” Sigard asked, looking back to his lieutenant.

“N-No… Though, I had a feeling that Kaizen would have proved a challenge to capture, even after enduring that much torture.” The Altmer explained, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his robes.

“I was surprised that they couldn’t capture the girl though, she’s proved to be a lot more formidable than we expected.”

“Well of course she is, she has been captured and brainwashed by a psychotic killing machine. He’s had her in his possession for eight months now.” Sigard snapped at him, somewhat frustrated that the Altmer was remotely surprised at Petra’s ability to defend herself.

“Not an entire eight months…” The lieutenant reminded him as they passed a workbench where one of the cultists seemed to be forging some armour; the sound of his hammer striking the metal provided some nice ambience.

“She’s bound to him, brainwashed, enchanted, charmed, I don’t know but her loyalty binds her to him no matter how far apart they are. So yes, he’s had her for eight months… And every day, he uses her weakness to make her more ‘formidable.” Sigard explained as they arrived at his sanctuary.

The sanctuary was pretty much an office; it used to be Indara Sil’s, until Sigard arrived. He pulled the Chimer’s key from his pocket and forced the key into the lock, enjoying the clunk as it unlocked the mechanism and opened the door.

“It’s hard to think that we’ve only been here three months, most still refer to this as Sil’s office, a slip of the tongue, surely but still…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Sigard slowly entered, not even dignifying his lieutenant with a response, he loathed that Chimer, the second that he laid eyes on her and he had her punished on sight. The Nord descended from Red Mountain that day, like a sign from the heavens, a chosen one, like an untold prophecy. He descended down the mountain and found himself drawn to this place, thinking that it was still full of Ashlanders. Upon finding the cult, they greeted him as a brother, a weary traveller, who had spent months tracking them down. It almost amused him, when he had to inform them that he had merely stumbled upon the place.

<p class="MsoNormal">That would have been the end of him, right there and then but one of the scouts saw him coming down the mountain and noticed the red glow in his eyes. Indara, like the close minded fool that she was, ordered the cultists to attack him, prompting him to demonstrate his power and skill. It felt like an age, since he last used his powers in battle and got to experience the thrill of destroying his enemies once more. It took a few cultists but they eventually got the message and backed down, well everyone but Indara.

<p class="MsoNormal">They didn’t take much convincing, from the looks of things, there was already a power struggle going on as the Chimer didn’t seem like an effective leader. Sigard took a quick glance in her journal and saw why; the only thing that had happened during her administration was that a few letters got sent. One to Rowan Autumn-Arrow, a member of the companionship and to the Khajiit that he was travelling with, the reason for which escaped Sigard, especially after he learned that Nish’s sister was stood right next to them, why didn’t Sil think to give her the letter? Though the letter only had the symbol of their order on it anyway, so the whole thing sounded fruitless…

<p class="MsoNormal">Those two would have made a great gift for Tyranil upon his return and Indara let them slip out of her grasp. Though he had agents, scouring every province in Tamriel, there was no sign of either of the two Nords and Tyranil had returned several days ago, such a glorious event, Sigard wished that he could have seen it firsthand…

<p class="MsoNormal">“It has taken me three months to take this cult and pull it out of the ground, three months to bring the leadership that this cult deserves.” Sigard muttered, standing at the center of his sanctuary.

<p class="MsoNormal">The room was just a round cave, with no furnishings or decoration. Just a bare stone room, with a few cushions at the center, exactly as Sigard requested, there were several cracks up the wall, from where he had beaten on it, though his hands showed no sign of injury.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I will grant Tyranil power exceeding that, which he had lost, ten years ago, then we will crush the both of them, both empires will crumble at our feet and Tyranil will ascend to Godhood.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly, a cultist burst into the room, panting as he caught his breath, doubling over as he clung to the doorframe.

<p class="MsoNormal">“M-Master Sigard!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord turned around; the young Dunmer had gotten his attention.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Th-The E-Empress… She has been sighted, on the Morrowind/Cyrodiil boarder! She is going to the battlefield, on her own!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Sigard folded his arms before looking over to the Altmer, giving him a stern look.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Looks like we have a little problem on our hands…” He muttered, turning back to face the wall as he crossed his legs as he started to meditate.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Take care of it…”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Lieutenant nodded and walked out of the room, gesturing to the Dunmer to follow him as he got ready to deploy his agents.