Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150507041541/@comment-5583506-20150507173708

HumbleDaedricServant wrote:  (@Laz: Almost every Resistance fighter is affected by Otar's telepathy and are killing each other in a free-for-all.)

(He he he... I have been waiting for a moment to pull out the Iron Hound's ace in the sleeve. You just activated my trap card... ;))

"What is the meaning of this?!" roared Gregorius Tenebrae as he saw the slaughter around him.

"It looks like they are... hmmm... fighting, my lord?" added Bori Fast-Hand with an indifferent shrug.

"I have noticed, Fast-Hand. But they are fighting the wrong enemy."

"Uh, my lord. I am not so sure that it's wise to..."

"I would rather see them bend the knee to me, than any would-be Dragon Priests I know of", growled the Iron Hound.

The massive Imperial grasped the hilt of the black claymore on his back and unsheathed it from its scabbard. There was a well-kept secret as to why Clan Gorehound was the largest mobile army in Skyrim. Some had come for the lust for war, gold or glory. Others... were the lost causes of war, gold and glory. Tension, the Sword of Command wasn't just an enchanted trinket from ages past. Not even Gregorius himself knew its true origin or for which purpose it had been created, but he had his speculations and theories.

He swung the sword over the fighting armies before any major casualties had taken place. The warriors immediately stopped fighting and seemed to have entered some sort of trance-like state, lowering their weapons and staring blankly out in front of them. The Iron Hound himself seemed to have been trapped in this strange phenomenon. As he waved Tension around all the fighters seemed to obey his every will.

"BACK TO YOUR POSTS, YOU MINDLESS CURS!" he roared. "THESE FANATICS WILL NOT RECLAIM SOLITUDE WHILE I STILL DRAW BREATH! SLAY THEM ALL!"

As hypnotized by the motions of Tension the telepathy of the Dragon Priest was broken and the warriors now obeyed the command of the Iron Hound... or rather the sword he was holding. No matter what allegiance they belonged to, they answered the call of Tension.

The Black Ravens returned to their posts with no questions asked and kept raining death upon the cultists, even more rapidly before, as if they were desperately trying to prove themselves worthy in the face of the Sword of Command.

Gregorius felt his mind slip. He knew the prize for using the sword, but likewise he would never bend the knee and accept a defeat. He would rather be dead before that happened.

"What the hell is going on here?!" growled Valkyrie, clearly upset with seeing her own warriors first fight each other only to see them show loyalty to the Iron Hound. "I believe that the Dog of Iron and I will have something to say to each other once this is over with. And he damn well better have an explanation for this... this... this sorcery!"

In reality she didn't complain. She was just pleased to see that the warriors were no longer fighting each other and instead kept firing upon the cultists, even though they seemed... to be getting into the killing a little bit too much...