Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140907172847/@comment-4363162-20140910141413

Val approached the commander of the group, a tall, imposing figure clad in heavy Imperial steel. "I'd really like you to tell me what the hell is going on here." He gritted his teeth.

"What you see here is the work of daedric cultists - the insane little suckers - trying to bring down whatever resistance we can manage. Been causing trouble for the Empire ever since the first Anchor. Something about prolonging the inevitable, they say. Opposing the will of the gods - Pah! Nonsence." A blast of cannonfire interuppted the convesation. Commander Remus continued. "Some of the cultists practice necromancy; hence the undead hordes that are crashing upon our defences right now. The horde you see out there is the entire soul-dried population of Dawnstar and its surrounding area, the ruins of which the cultists pretty much operate out of. Not to mention their own dead, and ours...." The commander stopped. "It's sad to see all these brave soldiers and friends fight so valiantly, only to be murdered and their bodies defiled as the fodder of the cultists." He whispered.