Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170220015156

(Ah, I see. Cool, then.)

Balin nervously walked around the library after hearing the loud scream.

"Are you sure this is part of the...", the Prince started asking only to be interrupted by a following scream.

"Yes, Prince Balin...as you can atest yourself, those are screams of delight.", Geel commented.

The altmer was oddly impressed by the Prince's self control regarding the situation. Granted, seeing the big breton walking around the room was quite unerving, but the fact that he held himself to just that was rather impressive.

"Are you sure I can't offer you another cup of tea, my Lord?", Geel attempted to appease the Prince.

"You could, but I'd refuse it again. I appreciate what you are trying ro do, mr. Corelanya, but there is no need to calm me. I am already p...", another scream. This time it was longer and louder, which could only mean one thing and Balin knew what.

Moments later the two altmers rejoined the Prince and the apprentice. Fiandrael looked exhausted and sweaty while Gaelesil seemed unchanged.

"It is quite difficult to discern...", the owner of the estate commented, "Perhaps another try is in order, but I fear we'll get the same results."

"You said you could help me, elf.", the tattoed woman growled, "I forced myself to do what you asked me to just to hear a disappointing answer? No bloody way!"

"Didn't worked?", Balin interjected before Fiandrael jumped on Gaelesil's throat.

"Of course not, Balin! Weren't you listening? Bloody charlatan fooled us both just so he could have a good time!", she immediately reached for her purple robe and doned it again, finally covering her body.

"Calm down, now. This was but a test to see if we could reach an answer without...well, nevermind. I still have an idea about how it works, but we'll need the Prince's help.", the altmer eyed Balin, smirking.

"What the fuck are you suggesting, elf?!", Fiandrael lost her patience.

"My dear, need I remind you that you are also an elf? There is no need for the threatening tone as we are all friends here, helping each other out. What I am suggesting here is to observe you two as you connect yourselves, if you understand what I am saying... I fear that is the only way we would certainly trigger your vision, allowing me to study it. So, what says you, Prince Balin?"

"The things I do for love...", the Prince nodded and shushed his lover before she could snap at the mage once again.

"I suppose we should raise camp. No one's coming, you were right, Sir Tristan.", Doraleous commented, albeit not sounding much disappointed.

"I thought you'd take the news in a worse way, Commander... I am surprised.", the young knight signaled for Gawain on the otherside of the camp, indicating that the Doraleous gave the order they longed to hear.

"No, Sir Gallahad. The fact that no one came through here can only mean one thing... I am leading all the honorbound knights and warriors in all the lands. That is something which cheers me up.", the wide-chested breton smiled before exiting his tent.

The Adamantine Renegades had hopes that they'd be able to intercept any friendly forces as they marched to the rendezvous point, but apparently Doraleous' former companions cared little for the truth and honor. He knew, by the reports from his messengers, that most of the AO's forces were already at Daggerfall, so he could only hope that they met him on the battlefield, because the large knight would be honored to end their ties with his Order once and for all.

"Bloody traitors.", he muttered to himself, "You'll see what a real knight looks like."