Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-7262318-20170113231155

"Oh, this is fantastic!" Goriyn laughed. "How desperate does one man have to be, to stoop to using the slop he found in a jail cell to fight!"

Dalacon and Dar'Zah were one of the last to file out. "You know, those two worked for me. But, I guess they get pardons because they're magically on your side?" Goriyn pointed at Tarshal and Vislak. "Tell me, Haffy, if I come down there and help you kill Goriyn, do I get pardoned too?"

"Where's all of your men?"

"Straight to the point now, eh?" Goriyn sighed, slumping down his throne. "Alright, well, here's the deal. My boys are off and outta here. I sent em off. Told 'em to go on home and see their wife and kids and-"

"The point, Goriyn!" Hafnir snapped. "Get to it!"

Goriyn was taken aback by the sudden outburst. "Fine, fine... Point is, it's just you, me, these lovely chaps, and those jailbirds left in this place. And, whatever is behind this door."

Goriyn tapped his foot. Below him was a large wooden gate, that had only darkness behind it. "Now, there's 4 levers behind me. And they all release something different. Could be a monster from Oblivion, could be a volatile spriggan, A giant rabid bat, or a horde of Daedric soldiers.... or maybe a cluster of butterflies. Now, here's the game. You get to pick which lever I pull. One, Two, Three, Four. Pick one and see what little monster awaits!"

"And if we refuse to pick?" Dalacon asked.

Just as he asked, the bosmer knocked an arrow and let it fly. It seemed like it was going to strike Hafnir, but it lost momentum and lodged itself into the dirt just mere centimeters in front of his toes.

"Then the next one ends up in your head," The Bosmer spoke up.