Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-24685738-20140726210516

The fiery snake crept towards An-Tar, slowly curling its way around the Argonian’s leg. He grimaced. He had seen this ritual done, but never had it done to him.

Slowly, the flesh on his leg was burned. The snake hissed at An-Tar before disappearing.

Why have you come, worm?

The trees around him began to shake as the Crocodile god questioned him.

Why are you in my presence during the scouring time?!

“M-Master…” An-Tar whispered, prostrating himself on the ground. “The E-empress…”

''NAISSANCE?! YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME OF THAT WOMAN?!''

The Argonian groaned in pain as the god’s voice entered his head. “N-no… The Empire has a n-new ruler… H-her name is Arianna M-Morgan…”

Morgan… The trees stopped shaking, and vines began to snake towards An-Tar.

Tell me everything you know…

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Cyrus Morgan, leader of the Dragon-Skinned, had had enough. All his attempts at peace with Black Marsh were blocked. Every single time!

He glanced over at the only painting he had of Fia and calmed down a little.

Fia… What do I do?

It was as if something clicked in his head.

Go to Black Marsh yourself…

“Fyra!” Cyrus called. “Pack your things! You’re going to stay with Uncle Jaryl!”

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The black-robed Argonians swayed around the statue in a circle, praying to their new god.

Every Argonian in Black Marsh knew the name of Ar-Pharazon.

Every Argonian in Black Marsh revered his name.

They knew of the power of their god. They knew what he had done to the Blasphemers.

They had all seen what happened to the foreigners. The invaders.

“Matira… Agatra… Arku… Setek… Julen…” The Argonians prayed, praying to the Crocodile god to protect them from the Devils.

“AR-PHARAZON!” The Argonians called, their wild screams of joy and passion filling the night sky as they began to dance to their lord and savior.

The limp body of the Messenger, An-Tar, hung above them.

He had done what all of them wished to do: Die for Ar-Pharazon.

The Hist Trees around the Argonians began to shake, oozing their sap as Ar-Pharazon’s presence became more and more clear.

“AR-PHARAZON!”

“Mona… Tarin… Diana… Lianne… Fyra… Set…” They chanted, spewing the hated words out of their mouths. For some reason, those five words caused the trees to shiver and shake with rage, as the most intense part of the ritual began.

The handful of messengers from Cyrodiil were shoved into the middle of the dancing circle.

The Argonians’ screams of anger and hatred began to fill in intensity as they finished their chant.

“Morgannes… Morgannes… Morgannes…”

The Argonians raced forward, leaping onto the backs of the messengers and knocking them to the ground.

They dragged the terrified Imperials towards the water, where their god was manifested, for the night…