Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141124222250/@comment-29461586-20141127100810

(Damasus is such a dick. I'd love to rip this throat out.)

A group of 9 completely cloaked figures approached their fellow Dark Lord: The main head of the group.

"My lord. We are ready and awaiting your command." One of the cloaked figures said.

"Our sleeper from Helgen reports that they're already preparing to engage Damasus in a full-scale war. They're also bringing in the main prize, the main target of Molag Bal: The Lodestar."

"Your training is already complete, my brothers. Not even the Lodestar slut can ever hope to stop us."

"Thank you, master."

"Now then, my apprentices. We shall kill them all in the name of Molag Bal. Get to your posts. Await the right moment."

"Yes, master." The Dark Lords obeyed and vanished from sight.

Tyranus looked over a hill and saw Helgen from a distance. He lets out a grin as he knew that his plans were now ready to hatch.

He was going to kill them all. The Regulators, Damasus, and even the Lodestar, all in the name of the God of Brutality.