Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140619144822/@comment-24942837-20140621011655

Ulfgard's chains were suddenly ripped loose from their sockets, smashing into pieces as they left a dent in the wall. He rubbed his wrists, and summoned a healing spell on them. He also summoned a Daedric servant and took his dagger. He summoned two others, then stabbed himself in the heart, killing himself.

I... am... stronger... He was still smiling when he died. Suddenly a writhing tentacle ripped out from the ground, waiting for his resurrection. There was somehow a pulse of light through the room, and it pierced the dead heart, reviving him. Then the tentacle went inside Ulfgard, creating an iron-tight grip around his heart, and he awoke, younger, faster, smarter, and stronger than ever before. A dremora came over, and asked the new Warlord, "What is your name?"

He smirked slowly. "Conqaestor, Son, Warlord, and Champion of Molag Bal."