Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140619144822/@comment-12599067-20140620221322

des wasn't paying attention when the necromancer from before suddenly appeared on the balcony he had been standing on earlier, his back turned as he stood at the foot of what had formerly been the Emperor's bed, his hood cast back to reveal a worried look on his face.

"M-my lord," the necromancer bowed, his staff hand shaking slightly.

Caedes whirled in an instant, preparing to blast the intruder off the roof until he realized it was only another Dremora, probably one of the ones that had traveled with Zylnaz.

"Ah. You must be from Zylnaz's company. Could he not make the trip himself?" Caedes asked, trying to draw the necromancer's attention away from the bed behind him.

"N-no, my lord, he couldn't."

"Why not? What has happened? Speak."

"W-well, my lord, there were complications..."

"What kind of complications? Don't lie to me, worm. Speak the truth or I will personally throw you off the roof."

"T-there was a resistance in Markarth, my lord. They found a way to resecure the city and instate a new Jarl. He is dead, though," the necromancer offered.

"And judging from your tone, so is Zylnaz," Caedes growled.

"I had to get the information to you somehow, my l-lord."

"And what kind of resistance was it that forced you to flee?"

"M-mortals of some kind, but they were almost as powerful as you, my lo--"

Caedes whipped across the room so quickly he was nothing but a blur, grabbing the necromancer's throat and striding over to the balcony, leaving the struggling sorceror dangling over the streets below.

"Liar. There is no one as powerful as me," Caedes hissed. The necromancer didn't answer, choking and clawing at his throat due to Caedes' surprisingly powerful grip. After a few moments of silence, Caedes snarled in anger and turned, throwing the Dremora onto the floor behind him. "We'll see if you're telling the truth, worm," he growled, turning to the washbasin next to him and waving a hand over it, speaking a few words in some forgotten language. Steam began to rise up from the bowl and he prepared the washbasin for use as a scrying bowl.