Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-5543592-20140613235929

The Dremora hissed and vaporized. There was no Sigil Stone. For a moment time seemed to stop and then everyone reappeared in what appeared to be Castle Chorrol. They were now all dressed in fine clothes, as if they were royalty. The count of Chorrol was sitting on his throne, issuing orders. Everyone was bending to his will, doing whatever he asked. He was even getting a foot massage.

Emrey was very impressed at how clean he looked. He turned around to look at Brighid and gestured to himself. "How do I look?" He said without any seriousness, shooting her a wink.

Anaril was still very confused on what was going on, still coming to terms with how he was not the King of Alinor and had not conquered Tamriel.