Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140619144822/@comment-12599067-20140621061359

Caedes was leaning over the washbasin, looking over Markarth through his scrying. The streets were red with blood and there were fires and rubble everywhere, and yet, it looked as if the daedra he sent had been slain by some unknown menace. He frowned and turned back to the necromancer on the ground behind him.

"Where did you see these 'rebels' last?" Caedes growled.

"Understone Keep," the Dremora spat in response, massaging his throat with an angry glare at the demigod.

"Hm," Caedes responded, waving his hand over the bowl again and murmuring quietly in the same forgotten language. The water rippled and distorted for a moment, becoming murky until it became focused on a single image. A group of curious warriors sat in the middle of the room, taking some kind of council as the last of them hobbled in, supported by a spear made of some unknown material. "You fled from these fools? They look far too exhausted to be a threat to anyone," he snorted.

"Believe me, you wouldn't have thought that if you were there," the necromancer growled. "If they were able to take down Ulfgard and close the Anchor, I don't know how you expected us to take them on our own."

"Ah, you're right. I almost forgot my idiot brother was there," Caedes sniffed. "But in any case, that does not excuse your cowardice. And as your punishment, you will be leading the company that will follow me to investigate this."

"I am no officer, my lord. I can't lead anything more than Caitiffs and Churls without a promotion from a commander."

"And am I not commanding you?"

"Well--"

"Congratulations on your promotion, Kynmarcher. Now go gather a travelling company," the demigod answered him. The necromancer glared up at him for a moment of sullen silence, then pulled itself up and gave a curt bow before turning and disappearing down the steps of the White-Gold Tower.

Caedes turned back to the former Emperor's bed and to the woman who was lying on it, the worried look on his face returning behind his shadowy hood.