Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151120001401/@comment-29559990-20151125042657

The scene continued on, with Goriyn and Hafnir circling the man.

"You won't stop me, Hafnir!" Dalacon persisted. "I'll have my army! I have my army!"

"Yeah... you got a crying infant. You're the next Tiber Septim!" Goriyn laughed.

Hafnir walked over to the infant, looking over the scars that Dalacon had left over his body. His eyes grew wide in horror. "What... what have you done..." He stammered.

"I've begun my ascension to power!" Dalacon proclaimed. "I will arise with my armies and claim this world. First, Windhelm! And then, the world!" He spat, fire beginning to spark to life in his hands. "And you... you will be the first!"

Dalacon lept foward, ready to maim, but a knife from Goriyn caught the side of his face. The flames in his hands died out instantly as he went spiraling to the ground, gasping and grabbing for air as the last bit of life faded from his body.

"Problem solved," Goriyn laughed, just as the scene faded once again and she was returned to the real world, with Namira still standing menacingly over Vordel's Corpse and Zaydate.