Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150202033722/@comment-1592115-20150307085427

Aramis: "Chosen one, you're fully prepared, go, fullful your own destiny, not by what the others told you, perhaps, one day, you and I would become the enemies of this world, be it Mannimarco, or the powercrazed Yngol, but, it's no longer important, as you've done what is right for you, to be honest, as a person who maintain the Undying Art, I only despise those who abuse it, not the Mer, I do not hate the Mer, it was fate who..."

He then started to rub his eyes.

Aramis: "To be honest, I'd rather not to host this cult in Windhelm, Yngol's resurrection was my desperate attempt to restore the staff Wuuthard, yes, it isn't an axe, it's a staff, a powerful staff which can invoke fear onto any elf, my only thought was using that staff to defeat Mannimarco's reincarnation on my own, I didn't it backfired so much Yngol would regain his hatred to the elves and formed his cult to slay every elf on sight, starting to enthrall me and the rest of my apostiles alive to do his bidding, I have to halt my opinion, tolerating their Mer hating act without being able to speak."

Aramis started to cry in tear.

Aramis: "In truth, my dearest Lilina who died a week ago is also an elf! The day when Yngol forced my younger sister Heidemarie to execute my lover at the Northwatch Shore, it's carved into my mind, plaguing me everyday! Neither I or Heide wanted to kill any elf, she's clearly being forced to act cruel. Me on the other hand have to hold my emotion... I cannot retaliate... Lily... I... am... sorry..."

He gives a key and his own enchanted Ancient Nord Sword to Ariana.

Aramis: "take it, it's the prison key and my family heirloom, go, the innocents do not deserve to live in that crude prison, be quick!"

The blade is specifically designed for killing undead with the help of silver-coated blade, Fiery Soul Trap and Turn Undead enchantment.

It is craved with something:

"Darkbinder, belonged to Stale-Heart clan, the selfless giver who maintain the Dark Art, the Brightest Bright came from the Darkest Dark."

Suddenly, the door is blasted open, shocking both Aramis and his loyal apostiles inside his palace.

Necromancers: "You traitor! Yngol ordered you to execute the elf stealthly, you did not obey, you dare to blastheme our supremacy! You will die!"

A volley of crossbow bolts are flying toward the palace.

Aramis: "Run! Chosen One! Flee for your life!"