Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140420011843/@comment-24918737-20140422143543

Alinor:

Proximus had enough of this torture. They engraved harsh words and symbols into his chest and back. They cut off his right ear. He were told they would heal him if he agreed to help the Thalmor. Yet he remained loyal, thinking of how many innocents, and brothers in arms was depending on him to endure this collosal pain.

"Maybe.. We should give you a peek of what we have in store..." A thalmor superior told him.

He was introduced to a massive construction.

"It is impossible for Tamriel to oppose us when we have... Our own version of  Tiber Septim's greatest weapon!" He laughed an evil laugh.

Proximus was terrified.