Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-29559990-20140910235827

Ravos, sensing an advantage over the weakened Dremora, conjured up an Ice Spike in his hand.

"This is what we want." Ravos said with a commanding tone, trying to hide his shame. "We want you to go back into Oblivion, fetch a Sigil Stone, bring it to us, and we will let you go."

"Or, you can refuse, and I can plant another one of these in your skulls." Ravos mused, pointing at the jagged ice shard in his hand.