Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170115015652/@comment-27922119-20170210223514

The eunuch clutched his scroll as he softly rose through the air to reach the top of the tower. The overbearing volume of mushroom had given way to ash-blackened rock, which found itself in abundance in the Archmagister’s chambers. Dwemer pipes and machinery lined the walls of his laboratory and led to his bedchambers. Each section was guarded, but the eunuch found his approach unobstructed, as the morning routine had driven the mercenary guards idle in their duties.

His permission to enter was granted with a bored nod, and he quickly scurried into his master’s bedchamber.

Dwemer pipes and cogs invaded his ears and clouded the room with steam. Vorsoryon lay still at the back of the room, looking as if he was being consumed by the Dwemer metal surrounding his entire body. The slave got to work.

He began to arrange his masters clothing, but a cough behind him rearranged his priorities, and he walked over to the back of the room. With a brief pull of a lever, water flooded his breathing apparatus. He turned away before he would see a day’s worth of phlegm and black spittle rush back into his mouth as he had his first drink and wash of the day.

“Serjo, Faramayn and Iyaseth request an audience with you; Faramayn believes he has made a breakthrough discovery. They’re waiting on the balcony.”

Vorsoryon untangled himself from the machinery and donned his robes. “Give me my fucking soul gem.”

“At once, Archmagister.”

Vorsoryon charged his staff and left his bedchambers, “Don’t forget to prepare the whores for Ranruin tonight, I’ll want the council to be entertained today at dinner.”

Before heeding any reply, Vorsoryon floated down the hole in the centre of his chambers, and made his approach to the balcony, quickly sighting the two Dunmer.

