Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150202033722/@comment-1592115-20150303191218

Within a minute and swift combat, Ancano defeated a whole crew on a vessel and reached to a Necromancer who led the crew and paralysed him effortlessly.

For him, those are mere props for his revival, his stage for building up his speech, and a mere gift to Yngol.

Ancano: "Here my words, children, listen as the shadows cross your sleeping hutch, and the village sleeps away, streets emptied of the crowds, and the moons do balefully glare through the nightly clouds, and the graveyard's people rest, we hope, in eternal sleep."

Necromancer: "Ancano... No... Who... Who are you?!"

Ancano: "Listen and you'll hear the whispered tap of the footsteps creep, the. pray you'll never feel my touch."

Ancano spared the Necromancer, but he enthralled the poor sod alive.

Bolor arrived the same ship occupied by Ancano.

Bolor: "Ready to send the message yet?"

Ancano: "More than ready, my faithful Bolor."

Ancano opens his arms toward the sea, there, he's no longer wearing Thalmor Robe, instead, it is the clothing truly belonged to him: a reddish black robe with a scarlet crest, the symbol of two skeletal hands embracing the skull, only the true King is worthy to wear such clothing, the staff he wields is attached with a skull, the symbol of death. And now, the King will declare for his rightful throne.

Ancano: "Yngol, the mortal who falsely claimed to be the first Necromancer, who falsely claimed to be able to rival the true king, you are nothing, no more than a thrall, mark my word, there is one and only King of Worms!"