Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151120001401/@comment-29559990-20151125010552

The scene began to take shape again, just in time for her to here "Dalacon! Most terrible news!"

Dalacon stood across from Vendil, who was waddling his way down the hallway. "What's the matter?"

"Your creature! The Lotnekov! Things have taken a horrible turn!"

"What do you mean?" He asked. "Has it gotten out?!"

"No, worse!" Vindil yelped. "The body of the troll, sir! It can't handle the adjustments we've made! The soul! It grows too unstable!"

"What?"

"The Trolls body cannot contain the Lotnekov soul, my leige! The trolls body continues to rot away as we speak!"

"How do we stop this?!"

"I fear we are unable to stop this process! We need a larger, stronger body to hold the monster! And I fear if we do not act soon, the soul will be lost with the body!"

Dalacon stumbled backwards, clutching onto the wall. "Uh... no... No, we can find a suitable body. Yes. Find something stronger..."

Vindil sighed. "Sir, maybe we should abandon this project? We..."

Dalacon wrapped two trembling hands around the elf's throat. "If we don't bring the cult a sign that I am the will of Namira, we won't have our Army. And they will eat us alive, Vindil."

Once again, the scene faded to black.