Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-10197675-20141119225701

(Not sure if this will correlate with my previous Mautarn post, but just take it as it comes if it doesn’t, and sorry for the crappy rhyming too.)

Meanwhile within the past in a faraway kingdom…

One by one the guards flooded from the barracks as bells were raised and screams were shuddered, each of them found themselves aimlessly sprinting up to the Great Hall at the head of the city, in which their now slain Lord laid in. Each guard desperately tried to make their way up the looming steps to the Dwarven hall, forth wards they wanted to offer vengeance for their Lord Masrumder’s death.

Crazed Dwemer raced into the out-stretching hall, as they charged towards the fugitive, bearing their arms with valour, whilst relishing threw their courage. An over powered Redguard awaited the up-coming clash, as he stood in the middle of the room watching many angered Mer that were heading towards him, blood was lusting in their veins as many battlecrys were screamed for they neared their target. Mautarn watched and waited as the Dwemer got closer, a gentle smirk a rose from his face..

And just in time, as the Dwemer roared with fury whilst they reached their target, the Redguard vanished in a profound cloud.

As the guards realised that there target was gone, confusion started to kick in… happened had what… they did not know, but they now could only mourn their Lord, hoping that vengeance would come someday…

The last the Dwemer saw of him was a smug smile and a shining orange ring, the first object the Redguard saw was an alter… with an open red cube on it…

Mautarn then heard ‘grocherly’ whispers the darkness in the ruin.

“Fright, may it spread

Into the darkness and then through your head.

Whilst might may stand,

It will still fall,

For the bringers of fright will land

Either tall… or ‘small’…”

A small and grocherly Mer then appeared from the shadows, wielding a dagger, drool splattered from his mouth and onto the ruin floor. The Urchin then screeched at Mautarn.

“For Lord MASRUMDER…”