Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150328222815/@comment-5735114-20150401130118

It was dark out. Rjalik lay on the ground, looking up at the stars.

''Heh. There are 'Daedra' up there.''

He gazed about the sky in mock wonder, imagining with a chuckle in his head where each of the Daedra slept. Or rested. After he was done with his entertainment, so to speak, he yawned and grabbed his staff, using it to help himself up. He walked with a slight limp back to his rather small tent, which was surrounded by four sleeping bags on the sides, and a moderately sized rock with a symbol of the Daedra cult painted on the front in red paint. They would have been noticed quite easily, as they were rather close to the road and the Guardian Stones, but their activities in the area were so insignificant that nobody could ever attribute it to a Daedric cult. In fact, probably the most tey'd ever done was sneak into Riverwood and steal some bread.

Rjalik looked at all the sleeping bags, each containing a person in a deep sleep. After considering for a moment, Rjalik slammed his staff into the grassy ground. The action  wouldn't normally have made much noise, but the soul gem atop the staff flared bright purple, and a loud purple shockwave that quickly spread around the immediate vicinity woke the four cultists up. Each groggily sat up and looked about, wondering who had distrubed them, and were about to complain when they saw Rjalik standing over them. It was silent for a moment, and then Rjalik began to speak.

"Brothers," said he, as they were all male, "Heed my words."

I'm bored.

"As I was out meditating earlier, and seeking advise..."

Yeah right.

"I have recieved a response!"

Rjalik's drama had the effect he wanted, and the four somewhat young and rather ignorant cultists looked at each other in awe.

"They have told me..."

Let's do something fun...

"Of a strong presence in Riverwood! That they want to see... eradicated."

The four of them were now excitedly chattering before Rjalik silenced them.

"Thus, tonight, we are going to attack the town of Riverwood and eliminate this presence that has been bothering the great Daedra so."

The cultists had never been in almost any form of attack, and barely even knew how to use their swords. They still enthusiastically dressed, took their swords and sheathed them after a few tries, and when they were all ready, the small procession began to quietly walk on to RIverwood.