Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11296535-20140106233608/@comment-23371555-20150830041209

Remembering all your previous battles where your confidence in your own power nearly got you killed, you decide to pray to your father.

"I SEE YOUR PERIL, MY SON," the booming voice answers. "I GRANT YOU MY POWER TEMPORARILY.  DO NOT OVERWHELM YOUR SOUL."

You feel the emptiness of the Void channeling through you like a tsunami. You have been opened like a floodgate. All around you tendrils of nothingness envelope the Skeever swarm disintegrating them leaving nothing behind, not even bones.

The Void tendrils then return to your body and you are immediately wracked with pain and fatigue, though nothing compared to when you attempted to devour the soul of your former servant. When you decide to ride it out as it's just the souls of puny Skeevers an ancient-looking man appears from the Midden. With the skin, showing obvious signs of old burns, hanging from his bones, mucus clouding his eyes, black teeth sparsely lining chapped lips, and nearly all hair tumbling in scraggly strings down his face, he was the perfect picture of a man that had lived far past his allotted time.

"I cannot be stopped," he rasped in a voice barely audible. "I have prolonged my life by means I would never wish upon another being.  I have spent a century breeding my army.  Even after the so-called 'Dragonborn' pierced my body with arrows I did not perish.  Instead I spent a decade recovering and my plan was pushed back another five years.  As we speak Whiterun is now a mass grave feeding my children.  Whether I live or die is inconsequential.  My children will sweep over Tamriel like the seas!  I will not be denied my vengeance!"

You do not know what to do here as you are still trying to ride out the pain and fatigue from absorbing so many souls simultaneously. Do you:

A) Keep trying to ride it out as the mages can surely handle him

B) Release the Skeever souls to your father in order to be able to fight.