Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180615222321/@comment-7262318-20180619040841

"As warm and welcoming as ever, Miss Eselde..." Goriyn said. "How do you do, young man?"

"W... Well enough..." He said. "Who are you."

"Name's Goriyn Mortis! Yourself?"

The Argonian suddenly froze up, fear seeming to hold him there in it's grip. "O.. Oh.. I, I should be going."

"Well, hold on," Goriyn said, but the Argonian was already shuffling back into the forest. "Hey, come on, we don't.... Say, what's that in your hand?"

"Nothing!" The Argonian squealed as he tried to take off, but the Dark Elf caught him and yanked the object out of his hands.

"Be gentle, Mortis..." Xavier warned.

Goriyn paid him no mind, and looked at the object in his hand. An amulet, with a very unique insiginia designed on it. "Where'd you get this?"

"Please, I didn't mean any trouble."

"There won't be trouble if you tell me where you got this..."

The Argonian boy's teeth were chattering. "I-It's a family heirloom..."

"Family Heirloom..." Goriyn looked at the amulet for a second longer before turning to the boy and laughing. "Well, I'll be... You must be a Little Khan, then?"

The young boy seemed to shrink back into his robes. "Please don't hurt me...."

"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you, you silly Lizard... I just didn't expect this..." Goriyn said. It slowly dawned on him why the little argonian was so terrified to be in his presence.

"I guess your dad told you a lot about me?"

"Uh-huh...." He gulped. "Q-Quite a bit..."

"Goriyn, what in Oblivion is this about...." Xavier demanded.

The Dark Elf sighed. "Well... you remember how I told I got sent here to deal with the Warlord a long time ago? And I ended up destroying his army and breaking his will?"

He gestured to the Argonian. "Well... here's Little Warlord..."