Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20131110183634/@comment-19365920-20131111202705

(Well, the specific guy who hired Jark-El is mine, but if you would like you could be other members and stuff. I'm leaving right after I get their though)

Jark-El stepped into the hall. He searched for his employer, Helmein Dras.

Helmein: "Welcome back. You wouldn't be here unless you had something to tell me, so spit it out."

Jark: "As you expected. They're spreading"

*Shows flyer*

Helmein: "Well well well. It seems I was correct. I'll send some mercenaries down there. If anything comes up they'll nip it at the bud. Find the location of this meeting and end it. Do not let them gather under any circumstances. Blacklight may not be our city, but it is the beginning of the end of all of morrowind, not just Blaklight. I wish you good luck, Jark-El."

Jark: "Make sure your mercenaries arrive in time. Stopping this meeting may merely delay them."

Jark-El begins the swift journey back to blacklight...