Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150109212250/@comment-24736819-20150131202230

It was a chaotic vision the Rouxs found when they finally got to Winterhold... Despite being daytime, the city was covered in a nauseating darkness with a horde of nightmare-like creatures causing destruction and death.

And in the middle of everything, sitting on the roof of the inn, there he was.

"Our target, boys. There he is.", Mr. Roux commented to the others Rouxs, "It's time for us to do as it was asked."

As the screams of horror worked as a soundtrack to the grotesque scene, Niyharlathotep spotted the 6 hooded men, seemingly fearless and marching through his monster...only they were not 6, but 12. A group of amphibian-like monsters attempted fighting the dozen, but were quickly killed.

Interesting. Very interesting.

The redguard thought as different ideas crossed his mind. The flying, shadowy creatures were the next ones to charge at the 12 men...only they were now 36 and easily dealt with the flying menace, using arrows, bolts and darts. They were getting closer and closer and when the next set of strange creatures were about to rush in aid of their master, Niyharlathotep  dismissed them with his hand.

"This ends now, bastard! You'll die by our hand!", the sound of all Rouxs speaking together in unison granted them a new and strange voice.

"Really? And what makes you think that?", the slenderredguard asked, laughing. His laugh sounded much like a mixture of nails scratching a blackboard and a giant club crushing rocks.

"You are outnumbered and not a match for us.", they replied, smirking.

"What is your name, young one?", Niyharlathotep asked as he jumped down to the ground.

"I am Legion.", they said in unison, "For we are many!", and the 36 started multiplying.

"Nice to meet you.", in the blink of an eye the redguard was inches away from Roux's face, thrusting his hand into the man's chest and turning him into...something.