Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191224062218/@comment-4662333-20200117042353

Fassilion's soul was claimed by Coldharbour, just as he had pledged allegiance to.

The daedra the now-dead Altmer commanded vanished away into Oblivion before a bone-chilling laughter echoed throughout the entire room. It was The Steed, and this time, his apparition appeared as Fassilion.

"Oh to finally see my intruders." He began as he then looked sharply at Dravis, or more specifically, his axe.

"I see that Hirarend has fallen. Have you come for me as well then, heroes?" The room then boomed with manical laughter once again. It was as if The Steed was laughing at a joke only he understood.

"The basement of this mansion, that is where I am. Come see me, heroes, but hopefully all of you will make it in one piece on the way there!"

The apparition of The Steed then vanished, but the laughter began again. It didn't seem to subside, and it only became more and more intense if anything.

"Let's get out of here!" Dravis told the rest as the laughter quickly became a hindrance to the group. Torsten covered his ears on his way out as he took careful steps to exit the room.