Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151120001401/@comment-29559990-20151125024108

"Oh, my dear Argonian... he's not even a mortal," Namira laughed.

The next scene, was one Vordel had told her of. Men gathered around a central pedestal, chanting as an infant Vordel cried.

"My brothers!" Dalacon spoke aloud. "The Lotnekov Child has been given to us! Just as I predicted! Now, you see my word is her will! I am the arm of Namira's swing. The tongue that issues her words!"

"And now, the Lotnekov comes. And he comes for blood!"

The chanting reached it's peak, and the black veins began to eminate from the child's heart and spread across the scars and veins on his body. They reached his neck, but to the dismay of Dalacon, the black veins retreated back towards his heart.

"What... what is this..." Dalacon spat, while the chanting had ceased and murmurs began to fill the room. Vindil stood over the infant, his eyes growing wide.

"Dalacon... I detect another soul!" He yelped.

"What?!" Dalacon shouted, standing over the infant now. "That's... Impossible!"

It was then that the sound of a sword cutting through flesh echoed around the cave, which everyone saw as one of the cultists being cut down by a sword. As he fell, a tall Nord towered over him with his newly-coated blade and the rest fleeing in fear. Dalacon and Vindil stayed behind with spells.

"You!" Dalacon hissed,

"So, this is your new work?" Hafnir growled.

"Our work!" Vindil spat, just in time for a dagger to come whizzing through the air and planting itself in his head. He collapsed to the ground, and the assailant stepped from behind. Another Dark Elf, grinning from ear to ear.

"Excellent shot, Goriyn,"

"No problem. Party Pooper had it coming..." He laughed.