Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140112004028/@comment-3293219-20140114090019

(I'm all alone... there's no one here beside me...

Flashback time! :D

It's set a number of years ago, around the time that Tyranil's parents were killed.)

Larius marched through the thalmor embassy in Skyrim, on his way to deliver a report to Commander Adire. Larius hated this land, it was cold and it contained nothing of any real use. At least Cyrodiil has managed to learn how to be civilized but Skyrim? Still a land of barbarians and inbreeding, a disgusting smeer on anotherwise perfect world.

He sighed as he clutched the documents, twenty recruits, all of which have resorted to worshipping Talos. Larius' investigations always yielded plenty of results, if shown a line of recruits, he could find at least four Talos worshippers among their ranks and there was always evidence the back him up.

The thalmor had arrived, quickly missing the sound of his golden, metalic, boots pounding the stone floors of the corridors of the embassy. The sound of authority...

He knocked, though he knew that he didn't have to, him and Corelas had known eachother for years, infact Corelas was the one that recruited him. There were less Talos worshippers back then...

"Come in..." Corelas answered, dreading Larius' report. The thalmor justiciar swung the door open, stepped inside, checked the room and shut the door behind him.

"Commander?"

"Larius..."

Larius looked around, noticing that Corelas had barely redecorated. "Getting used to your new office?"

"I got used to it pretty fast, it's just a room, like any other other." Corelas mumbled, not looking up from his paper work.

"How's the new position?"

Corelas sighed and put the paper down, he hated it when Larius played 'nice.'

"My order, in it's infinate wisdom, has seen fit as to put me in the most frustrating role ever to be concieved or contrived by mer." He said, the mock annoyance grew into regular annoyance as he saw Larius' dossier. "So... what do you have for me?"

Larius' guard was down, he took a few seconds to collect himself before speaking. "I fear that, after a thorough investigation, our worst fears have been confirmed... We have Talos worshippers in our ranks." Larius slammed the binder on Corelas' desk, looking up at him. "I'm arranging their executions as we speak..."

"No." Corelas replied, flicking through the dossier, he knew these mer. They were good people and many of them had expressed disgust towards Talos worship in the past, deep found disgust. "I shall have then interrogated, I'll do it myself if necessary."

Larius laughed, mostly out of disbelief. "Commander, you don't need to get your hands dirt- That's what subordinates are fo-"

"Oh, I think I do..." Corelas replied, showing his distrust as he went back to his paper work. "That'll be all Larius."

Larius glared into his eye, showing his disgust and hatred towards Corelas' weakness. "Very well..." The justiciar left Commander Adire's office and eagerly awaited the door to close. Relieving him of the fake pleasantness and allowing him to scowl.

Weak old fool... Larius went back to his office to arrange the executions.