Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151027123438/@comment-5824038-20151027131827

Sander saw what was happening, and leapt forward, tackling Guetierre. 'Not again!' he roared.

The intense blast of energy still hit Guetierre, but it did not hit him with the full force. Still, a considerable amount of energy.

The vampire screamed in pain and anger. Half of his body was charred and blackened, and his arm slowly disintegrated.

Sander glared up at Lyrissa. 'It was not your place to kill him.' Then he returned his attention to Jean Guetierre.

'This world could have been a better place. A more ideal one, where order reigned supreme, and nobody ever grew sick or ill or died. But instead you decided to selfishly kill me because of some petty notion of revenge.' His voice was surprisingly calm, as if he didn't really care any more.

'You're wrong!' hissed Sander. 'This form of vampirism is a blessing. But it should not belong to everybody. Me and you, we're the last ones left. It would be a shame to see it fade out of existence, but it should never be given to everybody.'

'But it will be gone now. You are certain to kill me, and your wounds will never heal in time. I made sure that I could stop the regeneration for long enough that you die of your injuries.'

Sander looked down. He must have known that Francois was speaking the truth, but the idea that he was actually going to die was quite shocking.

Meledran spoke up. 'I do have a question for you. Why do you have two names?'

Guetierre looked over at the Bosmer. 'Jean Francois was my birth name. After the death of my family, I took my wife's name - Guetierre - to honour her memory.'

'Enough!' Sander shouted. 'Enough with these pointless questions!' He raised up his saw cleaver, ready to deliver the final blow.

And Jean Francois looked out over the burning city that was Daggerfall. It was being destroyed by the Guardians, and there was no hope of survival for any of its inhabitants.

'How fitting,..' Francois whispered, 'That the captain should go down with his ship.'

The cleaver came down and split his head in two. And it was over.

Sander wasted no time in picking up his nemesis' body and throwing it out of the clocktower.

Only Lyrissa noticed that something was amiss. The moment Francois had died, a tremendous surge of magical energy had left his body, and a similar amount of power could be detected from across the city, where his mansion was.