Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150216141300/@comment-29559990-20150222001035

Port Tel was not of equal strength as Firewatch was. Whatever naval forces they had left were quickly destroyed by the Indorilian Shalk. Back in the city, the Shadowblood Soldiers and Indoril Soldiers finished off the defending forces of the city. Now, Port Tel was the 2nd State of Telvanni to fall to the Morrowind Alliance. _________________________________________________________________

Up in the keep, the scene was something straight out of a horror tale. The men who had tried to restrain Vordel were now dead, but they're bodies had been mutilated beyond recognition. Organs had been ripped and carved out of the bodies in which they were housed, and those bodies were missing their arms, legs, heads, and other chunks of flesh. Vordel had simply massacred them. Every. Single. One.

Vordel was in the center of the room, the king of Port Tel suspended before him. Vordel was the one suspending him, using the power he had so desperately tried to hide: 8 arms, long and skinny like that of a spider, protruding from his back and holding the man in mid-air.

"You... You monster." The King spat out. "You spawn of..."

"Daedra." Vordel (It's actually Vordel being controlled.) finished, and he sliced through the man with his axe, and tossed him aside.

Soon, however, Vordel regained control over himself, and he looked on at his work in horror. What had he done? What had he become?

I broke you, Vordel The voice mused. You're mine now.

Vordel knew it was true. There was no fighting the truth of that statement. He sunk into a corner of the room, his arms still protruding from his back. And then, the tears began to roll.

(Vordel = Doc Oc confirmed... actually, it be Doctor Dodeca (12), but you get the idea...)