Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150207130230/@comment-29559990-20150215044050

Vordel busted through the door of the castle, axe in hand. The rest of the Shadowbloods followed.

The King stood proud by his throne, even in defeat. His greatsword was at his side, and his face displayed no emotion.

"Did it all really have to end this way, Generals?" The King asked, bringing himself to a battle stance.

"Depends; would you have given up your territory to us willingly?" Vordel retaliated.

"A fair point. But it does pain me, you know? Everything has to end in violence, these days. War, War, War. Why cant we learn to get along, hm?"

"This is not a world of peace and happiness. It's a mer-eat-mer world. Sometimes, violence is the only way." Vordel replied.

"Ha! Ironic you should mention Mer-eat-Mer, considering you..."

"Silence, idiot!" Vordel commanded. The grip on his axe tightened.

"What's wrong, General? Trying hard to suppress the past?"

"General, what is he talking about?" One of the Soldiers asked.

"Oh, it's a tragic tale. Damn near cried when one of my scouts reported to me. You see, Vordel was born to a daedric cult. Namira worshippers. You know, feast on the flesh of mortals and such..."

"That's enough!" Vordel barked, but the King persisted.

"His mother and father did not view him as their son. Viewed him as a meal. Raised him as a pig for slaughter. And when the time came for the yearly feast, and he was large enough..."

"ENOUGH!!" Vordel screeched.

"Easy, General. I will not elaborate on the scars that they dug into your skin that divided your body..."

That did it. Vordel charged full steam ahead into the King and hacked him down quickly. His death came quickly, and he was soon just a heap of flesh, oozing blood from the wound on his body.

Vordel stood over him, huffing and puffing. The remaining Shadowbloods stood speechless, unsure of what to say to their general.

"Head back down to the city. We're done here." Vordel said coldly.

"Vordel, I..." One of them began.

Vordel slammed his mighty axe to the ground. "I said LEAVE!" He boomed.

The Shadowblood Soldiers began to file out of the castle and back to the city, leaving Vordel alone.

When he was certain that everyone was out, he slid down the walls of stone and sat with his face buried in his forearms.

(Sunny, if you have any reaction to Vordel, then go on ahead. If not, we shall start moving along?)