Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151120001401/@comment-29559990-20151125004605

"Oh, sure you do..." She grinned.

An unseen door swung open, and in the light, Zaydate saw two sillouhettes. One carried a torch, and the other hung outside of the door frame. The once carrying the torch entered, and it's flames revealed a familiar face...

"You say you've made progress?" Dalacon asked.

"Oh, indeed, Sir!" A second voice rang out. The other sillhouette stepped in behind him, revealing the face of a hunched Altmer with many of wrinkles and moles scattered across his hideous face. "We've made great strides in giving the creature weapons! Just today, we tested the tongue! Phenomenal showing, it was! It came out like a serpent and ripped the leg right out of my hands!"

"Excellent..." Dalacon nodded, tossing away his torch and illuminating the room with a spell. The room was a simple creation of 4 squared walls made of stone. But at the back, in chains, was the lotnekov. The trademark 4 eyes and black veins were present, but now they were on the hide of a troll. Not Vordel.

The creatures thrashed wildly and roared as it saw the two, trying to reach out and claim their lives with his jaw. However, it was not meant to be. Dalacon, meanwhile, smiled widly.

"It's a wretched monster..." Dalacon beamed. "I love it, Vindil."

"Thank you, my leige. It took much work to..."

"Spare me the details," Dalacon spoked. "I want you to move foward with the experiments. Train it to bend it's knee to me,"

Vindil's eyes widened. "Sir, you ask a massive task of me..."

"And?" Dalacon arched an eyebrow. "Vindil, meyhaps you don't quite understand. When I present Namira's Chosen Monster to the cult, they will bend their knees to us! I will have my army. One capable of storming Windhelm and beginning our conquest for domination. We'll be Gods to this world."

"I understand this, my liege..."

"How are we to do that when I have no control over it, hm?" Dalacon spat. "Our control over this monstrosity is what this plan relies on. We get control, they'll bow to us. I'll be the king of every cannibal and cultist in Tamriel."

He grabbed Vindil by the collar of his robes. "Get. It. Under. Control."

With that, the vision fded to black. It seemed a new one was coming.