Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151006223532/@comment-3293219-20151010001900

(I've finally done coop stuffs with Daedra! :D)

 Emperor Uriel Septim or the man portraying him sat at his desk, scrawling away on a broadsheet before him, wearily resting his head on his hand in order to keep it elevated. He was used to late nights, in fact, that's when he worked best as nobody was around to see what he was doing.

 Thankfully, nothing that he did was in effort to advance his plan to steal the emperor's identity, just maintain the illusion. He had to keep in mind all of the documents that the Emperor would fill in and when he'd need to do them, in order to seem genuine. Thankfully, the foolish old man had trusted Tharn far too many times with such responsibility and had often left the Half-Breed with blank signature boxes for him to fill and many months to alter the Emperor's style so that it had an identity that Tharn could easily take on.

 Things were expected to be uneventful tonight, however as Tharn went to dip his quill in some more ink, he looked up to see a not so familiar sight...

 There, hovering before him, was a ghostly figure, staring him down. The Half-Breed jumped up, knocking the table and spilling his ink pot as he readied two powerful spells in each hand, enough to vaporize your average human. The ghost didn't seem to resemble anyone he'd killed, directly or indirectly, so what was it doing here?

 "You, phantom, identify yourself!" He snapped, getting ready to blast this thing back to Oblivion, forgetting completely that he was supposed to be the Emperor, though this monster wouldn't live long enough to tell of it anyway.

 "Lower your defenses, Emperor," Dalacon spoke, grinning as the man dropped his facade. "I simply request an audience with you."

 "You have it, though I suggest you speak quickly!" The Half-Breed snapped, having no intentions of entertaining a surrender.

 "My name is Dalacon," The Breton said, descending to the ground gracefully.

   "Sorry to intrude on you, my Emperor. I have come with a proposition, however. One that I think you would certainly find favorable..."

 "Speak; I suppose that I can at least hear this proposal before disposing of you..." Tharn uttered, eerily, not appreciating this creature just appearing before him. If such a creature wanted to assassinate him...

 He pushed that thought out of his mind, eagerly awaiting the proposition...

 "Well, first, a little boasting. I represent Namira. The lady of decay, and all of her followers. And, it has come to my attention that somewhere in Tamriel, there is a hostile force of savages coming to take your power. Am I incorrect?" Dalacon arched an eyebrow.

 "Yes, you are... For a start, they are lead by the Son of the Empire's finest General, from what I know of him, he is quite civilized." Tharn replied, not bothering to play dumb as the ghost already knew.

 "And two, they pose no threat to me or my 'power' as neither of them are at risk. They may intend to take my power but I'm pretty sure that there are children of five intending to fly, it doesn't mean that they'll be successful."

 "So, they pose no threat? Is that why they've already got a peice of the staff? Is that why they've easily dispatched the obstacles you've put in front of them? Is that why they're marching on to the next piece with great ease?" Dalacon grinned, entertained by the Emperor's false confidence.

 "And you, are not the least bit worried?"

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Not really, even if they get the second staff piece, they will have to pass through Cyrodiil to get the others and after that? Blackmarsh? Elsweyr? I wish them look surviving those savage lands." The 'Emperor' replied, bringing his hands together and sitting back in his chair.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Not to mention that I have enough fire demons to destroy them ten times over and I'll have even more by this time next year..." As the Half-Breed finished, a look grew on his face, a look of realisation, not so much fear of being defeated but more confidence that he could utilize these resources.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Although... I'm sure that I can put them to better use than exterminating... Go on, I'll hear out your little deal."

<p class="MsoNormal"> "My deal is simple. You want Talin and his sad little regime to die. I have the means of providing you with that," Dalcon beamed, pacing the floors of the tower.

<p class="MsoNormal">   "Over the years, my cult in the Eastmarch Territory has grown to impressive numbers. Numbers that could easily swarm the group and whatever city they're hiding behind...

<p class="MsoNormal"> ... And if that fails, the Lotnekov surely won't..."

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Lotnekov?" Tharn asked, leaning forward and bringing his hands together, looking at Dalcon with mild curiosity.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Is that a form of sweet?"

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Ha! It is anything but sweet!" Dalacon howled in laughter, placing his hands on the desk. "It is a creature, spawned in the deepest, darkest pits of Namira's realm. A monstrosity of her own design! One that feels no pain. One that doesn't stop it's feeding frenzy. One that could end the lives of the entire regime with one swipe of his paw. One, that will end this threat once and for all..."

<p class="MsoNormal"> "I see..." Tharn replied, somewhat sceptical. It was what got him here today, afterall...

<p class="MsoNormal"> "And why do you wish to put such a creature in my service?" he followed, knowing that it would make more sense to A. keep it a secret and B. spring it on Talin and his people, after they overthrew Tharn, rather than try to take on the Emperor of Cyrodiil. He didn't think that Dalcon would betray him... yet... but he knew that he wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his heart.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Oh, that's simple. You see, my people have faced persecution for years. What I want, in return for the Lotnekov's services, is a safe haven for my people. One where they could live without persecution and in harmony. A haven, say... the size of Eastmarch?"

<p class="MsoNormal"> Oh, I'm sure that I could arrange that...  Tharn thought, with a dark grin, bringing his hands together.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Seems like a reasonable offer, I can give you space twice that size if you wish. So long as you return to me with evidence of their demise."

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Oh, of course. I'll return with 9 pikes. One for each of their heads," Dalacon laughed, extending his hand across the desk.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Do we have a deal, Mr. Tharn?"

<p class="MsoNormal"> Tharn didn't wish to touch the creature, in case it sent a touch spell through his body or gave him some vile disease.

<p class="MsoNormal"> "I believe so... Though, if you want my advice, I'd hit them on the road, rather than in a city. My Guards will have to intervene if we do not want to encourage suspicion."

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Oh, of course. I have a grand place for their demise. No where near civilization. Once I've drawn them in, my pet will end their pathetic lives. Although, I might need some help encouraging them to land in Eastmarch. Perhaps a few detours could be set if they choose a different path?"

<p class="MsoNormal"> "Oh... I'm sure that I can arrange that..." Tharn suggested, thinking on it a little as he nodded his head. There were a lot of potential ways that he could do this...

<p class="MsoNormal"> Dalacon began to float again. "Well, I must take my leave now. The lotnekov returns from its feeding. I will await the regime's appearance in Eastmarch."

<p class="MsoNormal"> Tharn simply nodded, not wanting to retread old ground; instead he gave him a nod of acknowledgement, leaving it at that as he hoped to get back to work.

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