Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161129145539/@comment-19164168-20161212035656

A figure walked towards a very dark hallway, but seemed to find their way easily without bumping into the walls.

S/he eventually made it into a room, facing the back of a throne with what seemed to be Dwemeri machinations all over it.

"My lord, I bear news from the surface. It seemed our pawn has failed, and she's nothing more than a statue now-"

"I know, my son. It is good that you managed to buy her. She makes such a... fine example. Even as a drink" the man in the throne said, as he used telekinesis to take Rosalind's remaining hand, and placed it at a scorching brewery of sorts that led to a series of flasks that eventually led to a wine glass. it seemed to liquiefy and purify the Nirncrux into a drink for the man to consume.

"My children. Soon..."

(and so ends the RP. Thanks to all who made this series/canon a success :D)