Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-32663439-20141029102344

(Sorry Pinewood but I needed to proceed with the story so im foregoing approval)

As Arthur, Tate and Qa'do finished off the last of the Falmer, a slow, resounding clap sounded through the hall. The clapping stopped as a figure appeared on a balcony high in the hall. He was an elf, with very pale skin and snow white hair. He wore a black robe, and had long black claws. "Welcome, Arthur, Do'Ryka, Tate. I have been expecting you." Tate looked to Qa'do. Was that his name? He saw Qa'do's ears press to the back of his head and he hissed. The elf looked down upon Qa'do. "Now, now, it isn't polite to hiss. I've been expecting you. In fact, I'm expecting some other guests as well." The elf leaped dissipated from the balcony and reappeared right behind Tate. "Ah, yessss-" Tate spun around but he was gone again, and had reappeared on the other side of him."-the Lord of Kaldtfrelser Hall, Tate Nikulson. How is the family doing? How is young...Fanari?" Tate whipped around in anger and slashed at the figure. He simply dodged the blow by inches. Tate sputtered, angrily, "If you lay one hand on my family, I swear to the All-Maker that I'll-" "-you'll what, kill me? You may try, Tate, but in actuality that blade shall never find its mark on me." Leaving Tate fuming in place, he next moved to Qa'do. "Hello, Do'Ryka. Or do you not like that name anymore? What was it now? Ah, yess, Qa'do......" As he said "Qa'do", his claw came to Qa'do's throat, and he made a slicing gesture. "Didn't dear Dar'avi die from a slit throat? That must have been awful for a mere kitten to deal with." Qa'do's eyes fixed upon the elf, cold and calculating. He was obviously enraged too, but he was keeping it inside for the time being. After examining the khajiit once more, he strafed to Arthur. "Arthur, the daddy's boy, always wanting to live up to your father's image. How has that been working out? Are you a great nord hero like dear old dad? Or are you still wallowing in his shadow? Oh, of course you are. That's all you ever do, Arthur. Stand in your father's shadow, shrinking and shrinking as your father grows ever higher. In fact, I don't even need you here. I need your father. You are useless, Arthur. Even to someone like me." Arthur glared back at him, rigid. The elf strafed his way back in front of the three. "I am Vorwith Forlen, the last of the True Falmer. I am also a creature of the night, a vampire. It is a.......pleasure to meet you all in person."