Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140619115833/@comment-5543592-20140623015941

Lordkenyon wrote: "You can make your own future, break free of Dagon's grasp. There are many places in Nirn you could take the Bretheren, and carve out your own existence. Straighten your knee, do not bend it to one as treacherous as Mehrunes Dagon." The Count looked very relieved or surprised, as if Dalon had just removed a very painful splinter.

"I-..." He was about to speak when the front door split open. In stumbled Eogan, basically torn to shreds, deep divets and cuts in his flesh. He stumbled into the keep and fell to his hands and knees. He crawled a bit longer before falling on his stomach. The pod people were right behind him, screaming their berserker heads off. They charged Eogan, about to finish the job.

"Stop!" Shouted the Count from his throne. The pod people froze in place and raised their head inquisitively. The Count turned to Dalon. "It has been long since a mortal has understood or earned the respect of my kind.  Although the last one to do so achieved far more than you ever will." The Count turned his head and waved his hand dismisively. "You may go.  None will pursue you, you have my word."

Emrey raised an eyebrow confused. "That's it?  You're letting us go, after all that?"

The Count looked at Emrey, amused. "What were you expecting?  Another epic battle atop the Imperial Tower?  Not everything ends like one of the story books you mortals are so fond of.  Go, before I consider changing my mind or you irritate me."

The group walked out of the keep, retrieving the wounded Eogan along the way. They set up camp on the outskirts of the city, in the Great Forest.

(Alright, everyone say their good-byes and what-nots.)