Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190809175639/@comment-25828117-20190810210936

Graicus wandered through the woods. It didn't take long for him to realise he had been here before. Several times in fact. As if right on cue, Hircine stood there waiting for him on top of a large six yard high root, stemming from one of the giant seemingly endless trees that made up this dark murky forest.

"Your time is up." The daedric prince announced. He had appeared in the flesh for this one. If the dreamworld could even allow such statements. Next to the Lord of the hunt, Graicus' familiar friend, the giant bear stood ready to attack. Looking monstrously large from the higher ground.

"B-but I took the bath... The nectar!"

"Yes. And I, made a promise. Did you really think a dip in a pool of light magic would keep me, Hircine, Lord of the hunt. Master of the beasts and the hunting grounds, away?" The god patted the scarred black beast on the neck as if it were a pet dog.

"I could've turned you into a puppet the moment you picked up that spear, but I didn't. Because I value sportsmanship above all else. Even if you've been a sour loser. Trying to rid yourself of my gifts."

Graicus just stood there, frozen with a hostile scowl directed at the Daedric Prince. Did he expect him to grovel? Not in a million years would Graicus of Anvil bend the knee to a devil of Oblivion.

Hircine merely shook his head slightly as if he had just read Graicus' mind.

"I'm afraid the game is up. I've invested too much time in you for you to just go to waste tomorrow. You will accept my gifts whether you want to or not."

Graicus could barely react before the giant beast leaped from the exposed root and landed onto him.

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The gladiator frowned in his sleep. Appearing deeply troubled by his dreams.

It was done.