Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-25020300-20141028102437

Leimlik sat on the wooden chair the tribesmen had provided for him. Across from him was Lord Kelok, a vampire lord who had ruled this island since the second era. For the past fifteen years, since they had sailed straight north to get away from their pursuers and landed by accident on a tiny, unnamed islet in the Sea of Ghosts, Leimlik and his men had worked as this man's slaves, and today, at long last, the vampire lord was offering a cure for his daughter. "What?" Leimlik asked, "You can't do that to her! There has to be another way." "Think about it old man, your daughter will never die. But I must ask that she fight by my side in the coming invasion of Skyrim." "Please, i'll do anything but that!" "Well, there is one thing you could do... I could make you one instead, but who knows what would happen to your daughter?" "Yes... I'll do it."