Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24524076-20160803200831/@comment-24524076-20160914234338

''Erling begins thinking of what to say. The Greys eye him intensely.''

"Your supplies are here."

Arngeir, the only Greybeard to regularly speak, steps forward.

"Thank you, runner, but I must question what has begin your pursuit of The Voice? Especially in such... foolish ways."

''Erling glances around nervously. It's obvious that, should be not be careful...''

''No. Not this time. If he cannot harness the voice now, he'll keep trying until he CAN. He begins shouting the incantation again.''

FUS RO DAH!

FUS RO DAH!

FUS RO DAH!

FUS RO DAH!

'FUS! RO! DAH!!!'

''Arngeir gives a solemn look to the other Greybeards. They simultaneously turn their heads towards him and part their lips. The last thing Erling remembers is a sound so loud, his ears immediately ceased to function. A height so great, the ground is a distant memory. A force so potent, his body immediately gives out and turns to bloodied chunks.''

''The red mist once known as Erling was dead the moment he left the mountainside. A good amount of the blood made its way down to Ivarstead as a frozen aerosol within a half-hour. Most of the rest may eternally drift along Nirn's winds.''

''Arngeir and his compatriots have all shared the task of killing an obviously insane man. They do know it leaves their minds open to insanity, and have meditated for decades to allow the mental fortitude to prevent such. Still, a chink in the armor exists...''

That you'll NEVER exploit!

God dammit, Sheogorath.

Within, what, maybe four choices maximum, they get him killed, and you're about to give them the power of at least a GREYBEARD?

''Why would you even have an issue with that? Would it not bring insanity to the entire world?''

Sure, but people need to be ALIVE to be INSANE.

And Pelagius?

Shut up. The point is, I created such a construct to make this damned planet a bit more fun to watch. AND THAT KIND OF LOSES ITS POINT, WHEN A BUNCH OF CHEESEBRAINS WHO CAN BARELY KEEP THEIR OWN VESSEL ALIVE GAINS THE POWER TO DESTROY THAT ALL WITH A SINGLE BREATH!

''Ok. Look, I wasn't about to take the Greys in just yet, if ever, anyways. I jus-''

MORE OF YOUR DAMNED PURPLE PROSE, THEN? I OUGHT TO MAKE A STAFF OUT OF YOU AND CALL IT THE VIOLET STAFF OF BEING A GENERAL ARSE!

Hey, whatever you want to call it, the exposition can be somewhat entertaining.

No. It's purely filler and tradition and you damn well know it. Anyways, I'm taking my own target this time.

You literally just did.

Fine. You choose then, you mince-meat pheasant-pie two-handed power-attacking shout-abusing mustard-stain-on-your-shirt molasses-ass no-tie-wearing Cheeto-munching arselord shit-eating milk-drinker.

''Oh, wow. Burn. But doesn't that also fall under your rule of purple prose?''

Just shut up and get on with it already.

''Next, we have a Redguard sitting over a cliff, with a hunting bow and plentiful arrows on hand. The sun is setting right over his throne-like crest, and he observes with admiration. The final rays of light disperse as the flaming tear moves beyond the horizon.''

''He had to kill a bandit recently. He's insane now. Brief enough, Sheogorath?''

The sunset was unnecessary.

''Get out of here. I doubt the readers of this... uh, whatever it is quite enjoy you anyways.''