Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141111164923/@comment-25101508-20141117200442

Sweyn began to run in fear of having his soul captured. Eventually, he was accidentally pushed over the cliff and broke his neck against the ground.

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Eriksson took the silver dagger off his desk and put it against his throat. He would rather die on his own terms. Never would he let anyone feel the satisfaction of killing him. He wouldn't let a man or mer kill him, he wouldn't let a Daedra kill him.

Tears fell onto the dagger as Eriksson feared whatever Arkay had in plans for him. He didn't care where Vittoria or his children were or if they were dead; he only cared about himself. Some of Eriksson's stewards and guards were standing by him, ready to hear his last words.

"Tell Vittoria that she has nice teats. Tell Alexia that despite her age, she's a whore. Tell Cnaeus he's an oaf. Tell Jana that she's a fat man. Tell Calcelmo that he failed as a researcher of the Dwemer. Tell Daerch that he should keep himself under a leash at all times and not just at court. One last thing. In wine, we trust. In Divine, we hate."

The dagger and the body fell to the ground as one of the stewards wrote the last words.