Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151120001401/@comment-29559990-20151125015806

In the next scene, Dalacon was knelt before a familiar woman with the torso of a spider and the body of a woman. They were in a blood red room, with Vindil anxiously hanging by the door. Two dead bodies, a woman and a child, laid behind Namira.

"Sacraficing your wife and child, for a simple audience with I?" Namira cooed. "Now, surely, you've come for more than that..."

"Yes, my mistress..." He nodded. "I... I have come to request an exchange. Their bodies for another body."

"Oh?" Namira spoke, resting her head on her hands. "Do tell..."

"I have a creature. One that would protect your people. One that would give them safety. Security. One that would serve you... but it's soul is too grand for mortal bodies. I need... I need a body from you."

"Stand," Namira commanded. Dalacon stood.

"It's amusing how you think I don't see your true intentions of conquest. Using my people as pawns in your game of war..."

Dalacon stiffened.

"I should strike you down for your treachery... but, I find this path you take very amusing," She laughed coldly. "So, your pursuits I will not hinder. It will be quite fun to watch this unfold..."

The scene shifted. Namira was back in the room, holding a small blanket in her arms. Vindil and the bodies were missing, but Dalacon was present.

"The body. Souless and waiting to be filled," She said, handing the baby into his arms. He held it up to light, and sure enough, it was that of a Dark Elf infant.

"Do take care of it, Dalacon," She said venmously. "I spent a lot of time crafting it in my flesh pits. See to it, that your plans don't fail so quickly, hm?"

The General looked up to her. "My plans will not fail! Your loyal cult and I will take windhelm and provide all followers a home!"

Namira scoffed, just as the scene began to fade. "If they follow your plan, then they are not my followers..."

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"Erm... N-Nothing much. You said 'Utahsi', and I thought..."