Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191130184420/@comment-5543592-20191203163007

The sun set.

Somewhere, in the keep, they heard two loud bangs, following be aggressively, and unrealistically, loud footsteps.

"That would be him." The Count said without fear, instead sounding exhausting.

The footsteps echoed through the halls to them, coming from the corridor in which they had entered the dining room. The heavy doors were thrown open, and through them emerged the Daedric Prince Jyggalag.

Thirteen feet tall and made out of pure crystal, the planes of his face were stony and sharp, as though carved from a mountainside. His face melded perfectly with the helmet-crown combination that sat atop its head, that seemed to draw more inspirations from a castle than any practical armor design. His eyes were as purely crystal as the rest of him, shot through with veins of silver. His limbs were lanky, his torso and shoulders broad, every part of him layered with crystaline plate and ridges.

He stood at his full height, and came to the far end of the table, towering over all it's occupants, most immediately Helian and Alessia. The young girl, for her part, did not seem even remotely impressed or intimidated. Velus, on the other hand, appeared nervous at being so close.

"SO COMES MY HOUR." The Prince's voice was like an avalanche and rang throughout the chamber, edged like metal scrapping over stone. "COUNT UMBRANOX." The Daedra lifted one long arm and pointed it at the Count. "ONCE AGAIN I FACE YOU."

"Lord Jyggalag." The Count offered a tired smile. "An honor."