Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-5543592-20140614005429

The Count looked attonished. "Well now, that's not what I expected."

The Count freed his foot from the mesuse, who then promptly went away.

"Who am I?  I'm merely a conduit for my master.  And my master is merely a conduit for something greater.  Why have I brought you here?  Multiple reasons.  One, if nessesary, to kill you."

Galadir, Volarano, Eogan, and Eirik all appeared in the dream. They, however, were dressed like they were back in the cave.

"Two, to parlay.  You are are exceptionally powerful mortals.  Or perhaps you're lucky, one can never tell.  Should you succeed in your current goal, unbeknowest to you, you will become even more powerful."

"There were others who came here?  People before us?" Inquired Emrey.

The Count snickered. "Oh course, and I'll doubt you'll be the last.  Soldiers from the Ninth legion, those who burned down Hackdirt over two hundred years ago, also ended up down here.  I wish to speak with you because I grow weary of this.  I have worked in service of the Lord for too long.  I will guide you safely through the rest of the tunnels so you can kill him.  I could never hope to do it on my own and would never dare outrighly challenge a superior Daedra."

"And if we refuse?"

"Then I will be forced to carry out the Lord's bidding and kill you.  So what will it be: death or safe passage?"