Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150918203802/@comment-29559990-20150919121641

"Alright," Vordel said, walking the rest of the way back in silence so that Z may rest.

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Meanwhile, in the nearby forests

"How is this possible?" Dalacon snarled, bitterly watching at the two do-gooders made their way back to Markarth.

When Vordel had transformed and viciously mutilated Ginge, it was like a dream come true for the Namiran Ghost. Finally, he had broken! The will of Vordel had ceased to exist, and the monster had been unleashed. His plan had inadvertenly come to fruition!

"How could he have gone back so easily?" Dalacon shook his head, pacing the dirt floor of the Reach. "He had snapped! Been broken! Gone feral! And he just... he just went back! Like it was nothing! This is impossible! How!"

"Vordel is more resiliant than you know, Dalacon," A second voice spoke.

Dalacon jumped when he heard the other. Turning his head quickly, he found himself staring at a middle-aged nord with his gray-streaked hair slicked back into a ponytail, accompanied by a rather well-kept beard. He was dressed in blue noble clothing, and was calmly relaxing in a chair with a small cup of wine.

"Hello, Dalacon," The nord greeted.

"Y-You!" Dalacon growled. "What are you doing here?!"

"Watching your ludicrous plans blow up in your face as you have a meltdown. What are you doing here?"

"Hilarious as always," Dalacon grunted. "But for the record, my plans have not blown up! A minor setback at best..."

"When will you learn, Dalacon?" The nord took a sip from the cup. "You've been trying this same plan for the better part of 12 years now. And each time, you've failed. And on this one time you did suceed, it was for but a fraction of a minute."

"But that is progress!" Dalacon insisted. "I know now I can break him! I just need to-"

"Are you even sure you broke him?" The nord shook his head.

"Well, let us see here. Vordel snapped. Mutilated a man. Feasted on his neck," Dalacon listed off on his fingers. "Sound like he snapped to me!"

"While he did let the creature out, it was only to deal with one man. Not to go a feasting spree. Not to kill on your orders. Just to stop one man. The one that was harming the Argonian... It sounds more likely that he had simply let it out to deal with a threat. Not to murder. Just to save the day."

"Aha! But still he lets him out!" Dalacon cried, shaking a bony finger at the nord. "And furthermore, I have the argonians dark secrets in my corner! That will surely-"

"Force him to help her get over this addiction?" The nord interrupted, followed promptly by Dalacon's howl of laughter. "Oh, I see now. We're speaking on two different Vordels!"

"No. We're talking about the same one," The nord sighed, taking one more sip. "You see, I taught Vordel that cannibalism is but a mere addiction that one can easily overcome."

"Yes, yes, that is why he murders every cannibal he comes across!"

"But you see, Vordel had no reason to care about them. No reason to help. But now, he has a reason, doesn't he?"

"You naive fool!" Dalacon bellowed. "He will break! He will! And then he'll kill her! And then Kazrris! And then the rest of his group! And then entire cities! And then-"

"Again, that's been your plan for 12 years. I have yet to see one kill made out of pure evil."

Dalacon stomped over to the nord and began screeching into his face "