Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140927154933/@comment-24736819-20140927194126

His minions dealt with Molag's daedra easily. With the abilities that Niyharlathotep gave them, they were god-like themselves.

As the Dark Anchor started to fly back into Couldharbor, Niyharlathotep, who decided to sit out on this fight to watch his minions abilities, quickly ran to the Dremora Lord Commander that was still fighting for his life. He grabbed the daedra and took his weapons.

"Now, now...don't be so angry. I just want to ask you a few questions.", the black-robed redguard said as the Dremora still tried to punch him.

"You are weak, I will kill you! My Master will show no mercy to a rebel slave!", the Commander Dremora said.

"Weak? Me?", he laughed maniacally loud and shook his head, "You and your petty army had just been destroyed by my beautiful Creatures of Destruction and yet you still call me weak. You don't give up easily, I'll admit. But I must ask who is your Master and what are those things?"