Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-5543592-20141008030356

Daithi was lead to the top of Falinesti, to the Camoran throne himself. The view from up there was breath taking. One could see all of Valenwood (well, as far as one could reasonably see), as the throne room itself sat above the trees. Each day the Camoran king could look upon his kingdom. In the middle of a grand room with open air windows, was a gigantic throne, much too big to be practical (you'd have to at least seven feet for your feet to touch the floor.) styled couple out of roots and branches. It was almost if the throne had grown from Falinesti itself. It probably did.

"Strap him up." Commanded J'Baad. The Altmer dragged Daithi and threw him in the throne, before strapping him his legs and arms to it using leather straps, sliding them through the throne. Daithi, now that he was facing a particular direction, noticed an Altmer who dressed in Thalmor robes. He was stroking his chin and staring intently at the whole process.

"Well, he's definately a Camoran." Noted the Altmer.

"What in Oblivion are you taking about?" Asked Daithi indignantly.

"The throne.  Only a member of your kin can sit there." The elf maintained a neutral, objective voice, as if this was all below him.

Made sense to Daithi. "Who are you?"

"Are you saying you don't recognize me?" The Altmer asks.

Daithi furrowed his brow and investigated the man's features. They weren't familar whatsoever.

"No." Answered Daithi. "Sorry to disappoint you." He said as the Altmer's face fell.

"It's quite alright." Said the Altmer politely, slowly moving forward. "It was a fairly... traumatic day when we met."

"I'm the reason you're not sitting in that throne without restraits on.  I'm the reason you've spent the last hundred years fighting a losing battle against whatever you've been off doing before you came here."

Who in Oblivion was this guy?

"My officer title is "Provincial Governor" Larethour.  I was born in Summerset-"

"Yeah, skip the monologue, I'm on a schedule."

Larethour chuckled good naturedly as he approached the now fully restrained Daithi.

"I'm the reason you have trouble walking,"  He emphasized as he smashed a closed fist down on Daithi's bad leg: exactly were the sword scar itself was. Daithi hissed air out of his now clenched teeth, and bent forward sharply as a pain shuddered through his body. "And I'm the reason, they had to bury three bodies on short notice in royal crypt."

"Wrong." Butted in Daithi, immediately after Larethour finished speaking. "Justicar Elindt lead the raid-"

"Yes, but I delivered the killing blows." Interupted the governor calmly. Paid for them acutally, and relished it. I knew I'd get a promotion for being responsible for the death of the royal family, but I never imagined it would lead to this."  Larethour slowly stepped around in a circle with his arms extended, showing off his domain.  He returned his attention to Daithi.  "And now, I have a fourth notch to put on my sword."