Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141115154304/@comment-29461586-20141116002758

"...Huh. Most likely." Floyd answered as he ordered a drink for Nadira and handed it to her. It was nord mead.

"...I noticed that the Fighters Guild are here for some reason." He then noticed someone familiar enter.

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(Wrote a mini-pie since I had nothing better to do. :/ )

It was cold and dark. She didn't remember when she passed out after the bosmer stabbed her in the shoulder. She also remembered the sound of crackilng electricity before she passed out.

She was chained into some sort of a table. The protective platings of her previous armor was removed, and there were many healing potions and elixirs all over the table.

She was now also wearing some sort of a fitting armor and a hood. A deformed Breton then slowly places a mask on her face and made her wear it.

Realizing that she was captured and restored somehow, she looked to her right and was greeted by the sight of a deformed Breton and an hooded figure.

"...Wh-Who are you..?" She asked the old man first.

"My name matters not, but your safety is." The  figure replied.

"...Where is Sebastian..? The others..?"

"...It seems you have potential for a Breton after all. Perhaps you will make a good apprentice after your friends died."

"Wh-What do you mean..?"

"...The Regulators. They have been destroyed. Your friends are also gone. You were the only survivor."

"...I... What..?" She couldn't believe it. She did remember the fire that consumed the Fort. But for everyone to die at the hands of that bosmer...

"I... No.., They were alive..! I felt it..!" Soon enough, everything around her began to twist and bend. The nearby healers started to have serious nosebleeds to the point that all their blood was coming out of their mouths.

The nearby bottles also shattered into pieces and tables and chairs were smashed into pebbles.

The woman broke from her chains as she struggled to move under the sheer weight of her armor as soon as she got out of the table.

The figure knew that the conversion of the woman was complete and let out a grin under his dark hood.. The squire now possessed incredible amounts of power herself, almost that of the deformed Breton.

The woman lets out a cry of grief and anger that rattled the entire Keep. Her only purpose in life now was to serve her new master.