Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170204155635/@comment-19164168-20170205125312

The dining room that Vashjiir entered had some skeletons occupying the chairs. The candles suddenly lit, and the supposedly dead bones rose from their seats.

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"Yeah. You're right" Cecil nodded, his face taking on a serious expression when he was reminded of the pacts he had taken.

"I am able to defy fate as well through a contract with five of the Daedric Lords. Same case with my sister, when we made it to the Elder Council. The Emperor noted that we had to take it if we wanted to be in the second-highest of the upper echelon of the Empire.

...Let's just say that each of the five deeds my sister and I had to do to fulfill the contract was ... degrading, to say the least."

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"So what's our next move?" Eveline asked.

"The longer we wait, the more well-prepared the Emperor and his Elder Council will be" Tristan agreed with Eveline. They had to move soon...