Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140902233512/@comment-29458028-20140911104016

(Like how Vayle fangirls over Zero and sucks up to him. It's funny XD)

(Now, back to a group of people we might as well forget, but I might return in future)

"Tacitus, the strings are pulling together. Chaos is coming. Cyrodiil is a rumbling volcano waiting to erupt upon the return of Aelius Macer. Skyrim is in repeated chaotic episodes from the civil war, the split of Markath from the Fosworn and an alll new trouble. I had to admire your sister's use of deadly cryomancer Leon Steelfang, but she used him badly. Now, the opportunity to avenge your sister might just arise. We can easily kill those involved in her death. We know the pyromancer who killed her was the mage chick Alyssa."

"No, Corentin, Fulvia never wanted violence paid back. It was not her style. She likes it to be paid forward and amplified a trillion times. Somebody can shed one drop of her blood. She never makes that person pay, she just kills and tortures all the neighbours. Alyssa, who burned her face, was the causation of the thousands of murders we commited, which means she is our macguffin. The moment she dies, the Black Guard loses direction. I regret her management of Leon Steelfang, who would have been a brilliant Black Guard, but there's not much we can do about him now, is there?"

"What are you insinuating? If we just go back into the real world like that, we will be destroyed. It's 40 of us versus a huge imperial army."

"No, we wait, until the elder council is weak. Then we kill all of them. We wait, until the Fosworn civil war has broke both sides. Then we sweep in for vistory. We wait, until Skyrim breaks open like an egg flung at a stone, then we claim it as our dominion. That is how my sister plans things. If someone gives, take. If someone takes, take eveything away."

Both Tacitus and Corentin gave dim laughs, in the bowels of the dwarven fort they resided in.