Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151212235711/@comment-29559990-20151215214404

"I'm not quite sure on that, either..." Utahsi admitted. "But... we'll get there..."

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"Hey, Z," He nodded, getting up from his chair and walkng over to her. "Everything go alright?"

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The mad elf looked calmly into his reflection, taking in the scars that embeded themselves into the flesh on his face and arms. Many of them came from the torture techniques that Guards favored. Some came from widowed wives whose husbands simply could not handle his brand of comedy. And some, of course, came from those 4 wretched creatures from Windhelm. But, there was one in particular that he liked the most. One that was more of an accomplishment than a failed battle. It ran across the entire length of his stomach, and came from an Imperial sword that belonged to Hafnir. Most would have felt a great pain or angst to touch up on it, but it was something he was proud of. When he felt that cold steel penetrate his skin, it was a victory. In his favor...

The moment was interrupted by Borskar, who came into the tent with his mercenaries on either side of him. Razor and Arrowhead, as Goriyn called them. Despite telling Goriyn that Razor's name was Renalus and Arrowhead's name was Anion, he would never refer to them as anything besides Razor and Arrowhead.

"Come to interrupt me, have you?" Goriyn sighed, throwing his shirt back on.

"The letter and bag has been delivered to Tozein," Borskar explained, not responding to the Dunmer's complaints.

"Ahhh, good!" Goriyn grinned, plopping down in his chair.

"What was in that letter?" Anion asked, folding his arms. "Creepy bastard looked too damny happy."

"Oh, is there something wrong with being happy?"

"It is you're Tozein," Renalus responded.

Goriyn chuckled lightly and sat up, glancing around from face to face. "He's been ordered to move out to Elsewyr. The bag has a soul gem in it, that should give him complete power to continue with his experiments..."

"You're letting him make the Merged?" Borskar snapped.

"Aw, what's the matter? I kinda like his little soldiers. Very... diverse," Goriyn laughed.

"You're out of your mind!" Anion chipped in.

"Obviously," Goriyn scoffed.

"What is the Merged?" Renalus arched an eyebrow. He hadn't been present when Borskar and Anion walked in on... it.

"An unholy abomination. Something that he shouldn't be making. Something that is grounds for severing his..."

"Oh, lighten up, boy!" Goriyn laughed venomously. "Let the Argonian have his fun!"

"Fun? You call that fun?" Anion growled.

"Indeed, Arrowhead," Goriyn smirked.

There was a long moment of silence, before Goriyn stood and said. "We'll be following Tozein should be in Elsewyr in a week. We'll be there in two..."

"Why?" Borskar demanded.

"Because when the Warhaft clan arrives in Elsewyr, an army of Merged will await him. And then, we'll get to watch the bloodbath. Or, we could watch Tozein blunder and die. Both would statisfy."