Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-24253253-20131224201832

Wyatt awoke and realized his situation. "Can ya just set me down? I can get out of these things easily, but I want to see who paid for me to be gathered. Also, I'm still on empty stomach, so whoever you are, thrusting your shoulder into my stomach just affronts me."

Tyran began to watch as the Elf met in an ally with another, more important looking elf where a brief exchange happened.

"So you have it?" the other elf asked "Yes, he tells me that he has found that the Blood Falcons are intent on rising an army, and claiming the throne of the Empire." Cyredalf replied. "Hm...this is more trouble than we initially thought. Alright, I want you to keep close contact with Kro'Zaar at least once a week, then report directly to me. For the Aldmeri Dominion, we cannot allow another to fill the seat of Emperor."

Cyredalf began to walk away, suddenly overcome with the inability to move. Tyran stood over him, laughing. "As long as the Nord delivers, I've got both sides of the larger pot in my hands..." Then he laughed and bound Cyredalf and put a necklace on him starving him of his magica.