Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141029134758/@comment-29461586-20141103151234

Early in the morning, Tyranus was sitting in his throne, pondering on countless thoughts about his past life as a ordinary man and a member of the Elder Council. The old man was deep in thought, ever thinking about how many people he has sent to their deaths as a result of the Three-Faction War years back in Cyrodiil.

House Silvestri remained incredibly powerful in High Rock despite being isolated in one province alone. As soon as they lost Skyrim at some point in the Empire-Silvestri War, Tyranus knew that the massive armies that held off the Empire in Skyrim was nothing more than 'cannon fodder' for High Rock itself. The real plan was lying in wait. Dormant.

He grinned on how everything was going on in Skyrim right now. The bandit problem was also an asset to the old man, as it would prove to be pivotal to the training of his new apprentice. Tyranus was ripped from his thoughts as someone entered the room and bowed before him. It was Ormax Silvestri, his face scarred and his entire skin as pale as the snow.

"My master. You have called?"

"Yes, Ormax. I have a surprise for you. Come."

The old man then stood from his throne and started to walk with his new apprentice towards the reading room. As they walked through the keep towards the reading room, the bodies of Gyron's own dead bandits littered the entire keep, and the stench of blood was running strong.

Ormax seemed to have fought his way through Fellglow Keep to reach his master. Severed limbs and heads, broken weapons, and shattered shields were littered all over the place.

Tyranus and Ormax then entered the Reading Room and the broken and charred body of Gyron can be seen being hanged with ropes in the center of the room.

"Do you know what this is?" The old man asked Ormax.

"Yes, my master."

"And do you know how this came to be?"

"He paid the price for his failure, Master."

"Good. Very good. You may yet survive."

"Yes, my Master."

"Now I have a new task for you; Keep an eye on the necromancers who will raise the bandits and make sure they are doing their job properly. Now go."

"Yes, Master."

Ormax bowed in front of Tyranus before he left to monitor the new bandit army that Tyranus controlled. The old man smirked as he decided to return to his reading room and leaving Gyron's lifeless body hanged in the center of the reading room.

The Blood-Hounds were ultimately destroyed thanks to Tyranus and Ormax's actions, and the new bandit faction named the Hunter Killers were formed as a result.

As Tyranus sat in Gyron's throne, he grinned at the luxury of his new position as the leader of a powerful elite Bandit Clan that utilized necromancy to bolster their numbers.

Unknown to all, that the bandit clan formed by Tyranus was also another of his layer-after-layer of deceptions masterfully planned by the old man for 2 years...