Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150629205520

"Oh.. fuck." Sander muttered, looking at the large opposition. He stood still, not even attacking. How idiotic. He knew the crusades would happen, yet time on time again he relied on the Monastery and its rituals to guide him on his journey - only to face them at its end.

He had attempted to hunt down the nobleman, and had thought that the monastery had a similar enemy - which was true. However, he had forgotten that he was also hunting his own kind by doing so, and now he had to face the consequences of his affliction.

He knew how tough the knights were. He didn't know that Marya had consciously led them to the very beginning of the crusades.

Damn you, Marya.

You make me regret my decision of sparing you half a year ago.

"Marcus, isn't it?" Sander said, chewing on his cigarette.

"I requested an audience with a Daedric prince," he said. "Not a bunch of knights."

''Marya. You have to call these knights off. If you don't, I won't be able to find the nobleman and his accomplices..'' He thought, hoping she was still listening.