Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140524180029/@comment-5735114-20140525164704

(I know it's bad, but... meh.)

Davioc’s envoy of guards chuckled as they dragged their unconscious ‘informant’ back to the prison. He hadn’t really told them anything new, but the big boys atop them didn’t really care, and wanted confirmation. After all, what would be the use of moving all that rubble to find nothing beneath?

Davioc found himself sitting within Solaris’ intact house, nibbling on a piece of bread. Looking up from his small food item, he saw the whole dining table covered in all sorts of edible delights, from exotic meats and spices from Valenwood and Elsweyr to the hearty Skyrim meats. Quickly putting the bread down on the table, Davioc grabbed his fork and stood up, making a small lap around the table to examine all the food.

Just as he was about to go search for a dining plate, Solaris walked into the room. Usually, where Davioc would have felt fear, or maybe a touch of insecurity, he felt authority and confidence.

“It took some time, but I’ve finally procured it, Lord,” spoke Solaris.

Lord?

“Procured what, Solaris?”

Solaris looked at Davioc quizzically. “D-Dawnbreaker, Lord. Torn straight from the hands of heretics.”

He held out the sword, and Davioc took it, examining its glowing metal. This was, indeed, Dawnbreaker, and the dried blood on it made it seem as though there was indeed a struggle for it.

“I thought you might like to clean it yourself, Lord…”

Davioc nodded, getting an odd, out of place memory of him telling off Solaris for not sufficiently cleaning some weapon of his.

Was this real?

Looking at the sword, Davioc smiled. He felt… hopeful. Maybe there’d be more to his future than what he had previously thought.

Before he could reply to Solaris, however, the scene changed around him, and he was standing somewhere near the top of the White-Gold Tower, Solaris by his side. Outside, one could see all of the Imperial City, and the Cyrodiilic fields spreading out in all directions.

Davioc looked about him. The room he was in seemed deserted, with the exception of Solaris and an odd-looking shrine in the middle of the room.

“I’m ready, Lord,” said Solaris quietly, slowly walking over to the shrine.

<p class="MsoNormal">Walking away from the window and nice view, Davioc found Dawnbreaker in his hands. It took him a moment, but he finally realized what was going on. The Daedra were coming, and he was the one who would summon them. He’d sit on top of the world, atop Solaris’s corpse, rotting somewhere within a pile of hundreds. He’d have all the power for once, and the Daedra would be at his beck and call. The thought made him smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">As Solaris stood before the shrine, ready to give his life for the Daedra and more importantly, Davioc, the Breton himself examined the sword again. The blood was still there.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright, Lord, when you’re ready,” said Solaris quietly, steeling himself for what was to come.

<p class="MsoNormal">Smirking, Davioc raised the sword, ready to stab. “Hey, Solaris… How do you like it!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">However, just as the sword was about to plummet into Solaris’s head and kill the fiend once and for all, Davioc awoke with a gasp, the smile on his face quickly disappearing. He’d been so close, and now here he was again, at the very bottom, within the Imperial City prison. He curled up in his cot, and tried to fall asleep again.

<p class="MsoNormal">Perhaps he’d pick up where he left off.