Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141222190750/@comment-29461586-20141228153723

Riane decided to carefully approach the Count.

"Count... What's the meaning of this? Where's Isabelle?" The former asked.

"...She's gone. Taken to Daggerfall. Her rightful place."

"What..?! Why would you do that..?!"

"Hehehe. Do you really think that we didn't notice about what you did 4 months ago? We know, Riane...

The way you killed one of our own... the men you slaughtered... everything you did..."

"...You... You're not the Count... What did you do to the real Count?!"

"...I just gave him an small incentive. I offered him salvation from his Stomach Rot. In exchange for his body and soul."

"What?!"

"Funny, isn't it? How even lords and the like eventually bow to him one day."

"Who..?"

"...That's up for you to decide, Riane. But now, I'm afraid I must kill you. You already know far too much. Nothing personal."

The Count then stood from his throne and began to become covered from what looked like blood...

He soon bursted into a lich-like creature resembling a blood-covered Dragon Priest. He shrieks as he vanished with an insulting laugh.

The Dremora Battlemages soon drew their blades and went after Riane.