Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141204044051/@comment-25101508-20141206023435

("Hun with a battering ram." Really? REALLY?!)

The Thalmor Justiciars were trying to break free from the chains keeping them still. The Nords and Reachmen of Markarth watched as Daerch sentenced these attackers to death. He pulled lever and the two large blocks of metal pushed forward and crushed their legs. Then, a second pair crushed their heads as they cried for their mothers. Daerch attempted not to laugh in front of the citizens. Every agent of the Thalmor was being executed in every city of the Empire.

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Daerch walked into the meeting hall of the Aethervault where the Empress and the Elder Council were waiting for him. The aristocrats glared at him.

"Empress Alexia."

"Lord Daerch."

The aristocrats sat silently for one minute before Alexia spoke, "I shall be touring the Empire and increasing morale. The common-folk need to be helped."

Daerch looked at his feet and considered what he should say. He eventually spoke, "You shall not."

"I shall," Alexia stood.

"YOU. SHALL. NOT." Daerch exclaimed before teleporting behind Alexia and putting both his on the sides of her head and began to charge up an electric spell. Within seconds, Alexia had no head and Daerch was wearing the Gem.