Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141127202735/@comment-12599067-20150107051252

"That man was my friend, you bastard!" Clarent growled in rage as Conall rushed forwards, rolling aside and sweeping his hand in one quick movement. The telekinesis spell Clarent had prepared sent Conall flying into the wall with surprising strength. While Conall was still trying to recover, Clarent planted a palm on his back and pinned him to the wall with telekinesis, making it impossible to hit him.

A guard appeared at the doorway, but Clarent reached out and slammed the door shut, locking it with an Alteration spell for good measure before turning back to Conall. Electricity arced from his fingertips and flowed into the metal armor on Conall's back. White fingers of lightning crackled across his body, and Conall could feel his muscles tensing up, locking in response to the lightning. He had very little control over his own mobility at this point, putting him almost utterly and completely at the mercy of the necromancer while the guards pounded on the quite solid door without progress.

"You're a wretched man," Clarent hissed, leaning in close to Conall's ear so that he could hear him loud and clear. "That man did nothing to you. He was weak and defenseless," he growled as the lightning began crackling even louder, and Conall's muscles further stiffened. "Why did you do it, then? Let me guess... you did it for money. That is your type, isn't it? That's who you are. Who you all are."

"Let me ask you something, mercenary," Clarent said, drawing even closer. "How many men have you killed in your lifetimes? Dozens? Hundreds, maybe? When you weighed their lives to the coin purse, what did you find their lives worth? Not enough for you to just walk away, for you to become a simple, honest man like a merchant or a guard, apparently," he hissed. "And yet, so blind you are to this... so ignorant... that you must be taught this by one of the vile necromancers. By someone renowned for their ignorance of human dignity."

"I have learned, seen, and experienced more than you have, or ever will, in your short, pathetic lifetime," Clarent growled. "I know what it means, to see so many dead and know it was all in vain. You... you kill for money, you kill for no purpose at all. But I... at least my crimes, my horrors... at least there was some purpose. At least it was meant for the betterment of the people. Had I known that it would all be in vain, that our intent for a better world... one united, without a White-Gold Concordat or an Aldmeri Dominion, one shaped like that of the great Reman and Septim Empires... if I had known it would fail... I would take it back, if I could," he hissed, his voice now adopting a shaky edge as the pain of the electricity crackling in Conall's flesh suddenly grew much more intense. "But at least there was reason behind my madness."

"You are nothing, mercenary. You are a wretch, a fool, an ignorant pawn in some Great Uniter's game... all for what? For money? There are things so much better than money, mercenary. Things like unity and harmony and order... but no, you don't get it, do you? You've never seen what it's like, to see your home plunged into chaos. To see something so terrible and wish for it to never happen again, no matter what the cost," he growled.

"You are nothing. A simple-minded oaf with no decency or respect for human life. You could die now, for you have no purpose but coin, and there is no purpose in coin. You would be subject to the death of so many mercenaries before you, all of them greedy, vain, cruel men. No one but that woman... that Kaz... only she would notice, and she would no doubt drown your memory with blood and drink until she found someone to replace you, or until one day she finally joined you in death," he hissed.

"But my kindness is so profound, and my lesson has left such a mark upon me that I won't kill you, mercenary," Clarent said, the pain and stiffness in Conall's muscles suddenly fading back to it's original intensity. "My past does not define me. I am not about to join you amongst the muck and scum of the world, taking lives with no consideration or reason," he continued, suddenly releasing Conall before he flung him backwards, sending him crashing into the steps behind him. "So I will let you choke on the noose around your neck until you get past your ignorance, either by learning the lessons that I have or by a more forceful hand. I will let you decide which path you decide to take," he said as he liesurely strolled over to the door, where the guards were still trying in vain to break it down. "But know this, mercenary. If we are to meet again, I may not show you the same mercy I have today."

And with that, Clarent turned and blasted the door back with a powerful blast of electricity, knocking the door right off it's hinges and flattening the guards behind it. The necromancer took off, leaping over the door and fallen guards before he suddenly took off into the air, using levitation magic to make his escape. Before anyone could stop him, the necromancer was gone, disappearing like a shadow into the night.