Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-27922119-20161129205915

Reman was jolted awake by the Khajiit. “Wh-what the-“

“Majjir has spotted someone close to the camp, as has Noggos,” Majjir said. “He woke up Majjir to help him check.”

Reman yawned, “Is it necessary to rouse the others?” Majjir didn’t reply, as Reman’s answer was currently walking towards the camp. “I am Borghan, one of the bandits you tried to kill in your latest… vastation. We found it rather hard to find you.” proclaimed Burb, staring straight at Reman.

Majjir and Noggos roused the others as Reman cautiously picked up his weapon. “Bullshit, you would’ve killed us in our sleep.”

“That was the plan, on the face of the coin pointing down, unfortunately,” Fethat cut in, emerging from the shadows. “I am Ness-Nuit-Fethat, my Lord, and I am here to kill you.”

Reman stared at the dunmer, clearly bemused, “For what purpose?”

“You’re killing off competition, and potential initiates,” replied Fethat. He noticed most of the camp had now been roused and had reached for their weapons, and so he drew his own.

“The Knights of the Nine will hunt you down for this.”

“I know,” replied Fethat, “that is why my cult will move to the north.”

“Cult, eh? Changed your mind so quickly? The Knights of the Nine will only have more reason to kill you.”

“No matter, the head of this snake should appease their thirst for now,” said Fethat, gesturing towards the camp, and resting his eyes on Reman. He then proceeded to take a Tome from his cloak and flipped it open.

Taking the chance, Reman roared and charged. Burb jumped in front of Fethat, and dodged Reman’s initial swing of his axe, barrelling himself into Reman’s now exposed side, and shaking his balance. A mutual grunt was shared between them, before they began fighting again. In the meanwhile, Ness-Nuit-Fethat snapped shut his tome and threw it to his side, meeting the onslaught of crusaders with an incantation on his tongue. As they washed over him like a wave, they were pushed back by the emergence of seven barons, each wielding a sword that seemed never in this same place at once. They began cutting down the opposition, all perfectly in unison, spelling death with their swords in a sight terrible to behold.

An moaning Argonian lunged towards Fethat. He quickly dodged the attack, and returned his own, testing the Argonian’s mettle. “Weak shit, lizard.”

The Argonian responded to his subsequent attack with a riposte, aimed for his gut. In response, Fethat jumped to the side on one leg, lunging forward with his opposite arm to scrape the scales on the hand of the assailant. His moment of distraction provided Fethat with enough time to lunge forward far and fast enough to separate the skin from his neck. His expression was beatific, “Th-thank you…” he whispered, as he crumbled into dust. The Vampire’s thrall?

A few other crusaders littered the ground, apart from one of them which had escaped the scene, who quickly found himself with eight sword strokes marking his body, seemingly out of nowhere, and he fell to the ground, revealing a Baron behind him. Four others stood their ground, and had helped Reman fend off Burb, who had left a fair share of dents in the Imperial’s armour.

All of a sudden, Fethat’s body seized up, and he fell to the ground, including everyone else apart from the Khajiit, who stood in the middle of the battlefield. A second of apprehension passed, and suddenly the Barons were recalled to Oblivion.

<p class="MsoNormal">Shit.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Majjir is sorry to intrude upon this wedding feast, but he must take his bride somewhere. Our marriage must be consummated.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Burb was just about to fall to his berserker rage when the spell ensnared him. He moved his eye to the right, and watched the khajiit ride from the campsite, with Reman clumped up behind him, on what looked like a unicorn.