Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-24685738-20140729180527

(Short, random pie, but a pie nevertheless! :D)

Arianna Morgan, New Empress of Tamriel, stared out over New Imperia, stewing in her anger.

She was watching as her armies came back, straggling in, from their defeat in the Underland.

She turned to the Elder Council. “What are you doing?!” the Empress snapped. “I wanted the heads of the Dunmer and Breton, and you bring me back this-” She shook the swaddled bundle. “-Thing?!”

One of the Elder Councilmen stepped forward, spreading his hands wide. “My lady…”

He was cut off by his own scream of pain as his mind was attacked by the ‘Lady.’

“How dare you disobey me?!” She screamed, angrily, before stomping off into her quarters, with the bundle.

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Arianna stared at the map of Tamriel, angrily, as the ‘thing’ screamed and cried. “Shut up!” She snapped, but it only made it cry harder.

She sighed, turning back to the map and attempting to block the noise out.

Staring at Solstheim, she hissed, “Idiots… Tiberonius and Landyt are stupid. Why must they antagonize me?”

She glanced at Hammerfell. “Their plague is…. Interesting… I must learn more about it.”

Arianna looked to High Rock. “Ah… Thaddeus. That beautiful, intelligent boy. What have you cooked up today, I wonder?”

So far, the only provinces she hadn’t colored in were Elsewyr, Valenwood, the Summerset Isles, and Black Marsh.

“All of which I must join with, soon…” She muttered to herself.

“But first… Tarick!” She called, and her advisor glided in, slowly.

“Yes, my lady?” He purred, in his smooth, silky voice.

“I want every city in Cyrodiil searched. I want them burned to the ground, if need be. But you must fine me…” She leaned into her advisor’s ear and whispered something.

“Mmmm… You want them dead that badly?” He replied, smoothly.

“Find them. Find the boy. I want him dead, by morning.” Arianna commanded. “Thaddeus has helped me…. Now I will do something for him.”

“The Dufonts.” Tarick spat, angrily. “Why do you talk to them?”

“Because…. The boy, Thaddeus, is different. I enjoy his company.” The Empress mused. “But, if he puts one toe over the line, well…. You remember what happened to that Orc Chief.”

Tarick nodded, and turned around to carry out her wishes.

“Oh, and Tarick?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Dispose of this…” The Empress struggled to form the word, as it made her furious. “Set-child.”

The hooded figure nodded, and took the baby in his arms. “It will be done, your Majesty.”

After the advisor left, a guard ran in, carrying a report.

“What is it?” Arianna asked, calming down a bit.

“The Underlander… King…” The messenger gasped out, after his long way of running. “Is… Dead!”

Arianna smiled, wickedly. “She will come for her child… And we will get her, then…”

The guard nodded, gasping for air.

Arianna turned and walked out of the room, towards where the Elder Council currently resided.

“Send an army to High Rock!” The Empress ordered. “Find Julie Oakvale, before someone else does!”

She turned to her Head of ‘Public Affairs.’ “Now… Go burn Skingrad to the ground, if you have to! Find the metal-user!”

She leaned into her ‘friend’s’ ear and whispered, “Kill anyone that gets in your way.”