Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-5543592-20141010021321

(The post ahead is slightly disturbing, not for the weak of stomach.  I'm a little upset just writing it.)

Last night...

Daithi watched the Dwarven crate warily. Larethour pressed some blue botton on it's top, and the crate slowly cranked open and out. Cold air rushed out.

"I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this moment... tell me, Daithi, do you remember what your father looks like." The govenror reached into the crate and began pulling something out.

"If not, then this will be a little refresher." The govenror came out holding a cylindrical jar, filled with a pale, green, murkey liquid. It also contained the head of Aodhan Camoran, severed perfectly at the neck. Their was definately some decay: the skin had paled and the eyes were sunked, and the cheek bones protruding, but their was no mistaking who it was.

Daithi's mouth was agape in horror and shock. The Altmer smiled wide at that, and set the jar down on a table J'Baad had recenty carried in and place d in front of the throne.

"Oh, what's this?  Is mother joining us now?" The govenror reached in and pulled out his next preserved cranium, the head of Aodhan's wife, Ceila Camoran.

J'Baad was just watching intently, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed as he observed with a furrowed brow. Daithi's face was twitching now, and had changed from horrific shock, to one of anger.

"And let's not forget your forget your loving wife.  J'Baad, if you would kindly make room for Neala." The Khajiit assassin stalked over to the table and promptly threw the jars containing the heads of the two deceased Camorans out one of the open-air windows. Daithi was disgusted. Larethour's and chilling lack of empathy disturbed Daithi deeply.

Larethour pulled the head of Daithi's wife out of the crate and set it on the table direction in front of him. Daithi was hyper-ventailating, his face controted in rage. Larethour was grinning, obviously glad he was having thhis effect. The govenror approached the throne.

"I've killed your whole family." He whispered as he got in Daithi's face. "I know which of them were cowards or not in the face of death, so, in a sense, I knew them better than you ever did.  Do you want to know which of them were cowards?"

Daithi screamed in rage a lunged forward, his whole body thrashed against the restraits. The one on his left wrist actually tore a bit as it cut into him.

Larethour stumbled back, intitally startled, but now smiling again. "Look at you go!"

Daithi struggled for a few seconds longer, but eventually was breathing heavily and sat back in the throne.

"There is nothing-nothing- you can do to me with all your strength!"

Daithi's eyes were staring down, at the ground. He looked solemn.

"Leave him." Comanded Larethour, his voice now completely neutral. "We'll check on him in the morning." With that, J'Baad and Larethour departed, blowing out the torches as they went, leaving Daithi in the darkness, with nothing but the cool breeze and an ancient severed head.