Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150429063943/@comment-29461586-20150502141916

An woman in Cultist Robes approached the somewhat impatient Warlord with a stern face.

"Milady. Apologies for the intrusion, but I must speak with you." The woman said.

"Make it quick." Konahrik grunted.

"With utmost respect, but I must ask you to cancel this operation against Valenwood. Hatred of elves is one thing. But destroying an continent and killing more elves to drive them to extinction? That is another."

"Are you saying that you're questioning my authority?"

"No, milady. I am suggesting you to end this madness. You lied to your own people, and betrayed countless people whom fought and believed in you! What's happening to you, Konahrik? Is it vengeance that's all important to you now?"

"Who are you to judge me? Who are you to ever understand my pain?" Konahrik retorted angrily, sending a chill down the woman's spine.

"...If you are so soft-hearted to a bunch of bigots whom want to destroy all of humankind, I suggest you leave. My Ordinators will love to help you with that. Be lucky that I will spare you this once."

Two Dragon Ordinators arrived to 'escort' the woman out of Konahrik's war tent.

"...Fine. I will leave of my own accord." The woman cursed as she left.

Claire is truly lost... Her soul devoured by a foreigner whom lacked a body... She thought. She began to pray in her thought that the Aedra or anyone willing to help her against the cult to answer her plea.

Konahrik was growing dangerous. With Claire's soul gone, there was nothing stopping the Warlord from feeding from the souls of the dead and gaining more and more power with every life lost...