Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-12599067-20131221183925

Sam's frown did not waver. "Point being, you wouldn't like someone either if they tricked you into serving a Daedric Prince." he retorted.

The group finally stepped out of the winding hallway they had been walking through and into a large room stacked high with books and papers. Three meshy walkways led up to a large dais, upon which sat a swirling pool of sinous tentacles, with a lectern just opposite the party. A tremendous Black Book lie open on the lectern, the pages swirling with Daedric Script. Random piles of knowledge and even a few miscellanous runes were strewn about the room. Jack frowned. Something was definetly not right.

Suddenly, the air itself in front the group rippled to reveal a strange mass of tentacles and eyes. Hermaeus Mora eyed the group but quickly picked out Jack and Sam, and the bulbous eye in the center glimmered with amusement.

"So... my servant has brought new mortals into my fold. Excellent work, Sam." the Daedra said, looking over the group. "Such fine new worshippers... and an old one to boot. So tell me, why do you come into my realm?" Mora questioned, eyes scanning the group to try and detect who would speak first.