Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140123000942/@comment-27783182-20140208142058

Hesogorath passed through the gate and a giant room with Haskill sitting on a chair appeared.

"Ahhh... Duke Hesogorath. You're here. I thought Sheogorath kicked you from-"

"WE WANT TO GO TO NEW SHEOTH PALACE, BIATCH!!" Hesogorath shouted.

Haskill stood quiet.

"Very well. You shall enter." Haskill said, walking out of the room. The room turned into lots of colorful moths flying away, and the Fringe was revealed.

Hesogorath turned to the group.

"Welcome to the Shivering Isles! Well, actually this is the Fringe..." Hesogorath rubbed the back of his head. "BUTT! We can go to the true Shivering Isles through the Gates of Madness, which is guarded by a Flesh Atronach that is capable of killing a group using steel armor and silver weapons and he can only be killed with bones..." Hesogorath's voice became deeper and deeper, and started to sound like he was possessed, but he wasn't.

"Baloney!" Hesogorath's voice turned back to normal. "Now... Let's keep going!"