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[Colonel Mustard]

Erna

Hasha Yockhet Payem Roht!"

The challenge rang out from within the depths of the hall, where the flickering, schizophrenic illumination of the bowl's fire did not shine. Erna jumped when he heard the voice, but relaxed when he recognised the language. Daedric.

"Ankyit Geth Iya," he called, mimicking the guttural tones of a daedra.

A figure, wearing jagged, spike heavy armour stepped forwards from the shadow. A long, slender and barbed sword was held with the lazy ease of one who knew how to use it like an expert, its tip held a few centimetres above the flagstone floor. A pair of short horns folded up towards the forehead over its greyish blue skin.

"You speak the tongue of the daedric?" the dremora asked, its fingers drumming along the hilt of its weapon.

Erna nodded.

"You'll find no mortal servant of Mehrunes Dagon as loyal to our master as me, friend," he said.

"What brings you here?" the dremora asked, still glaring at Erna suspiciously. "None have come for many years now."

"Yet the torches still burn," Erna said.

"That is my work," the dremora said. "I am Khallet, Keeper of this Temple's flame. And the guardian of this place, as hopeless as I have been at this task."

"You mean the camp?" Erna asked.

"Oh yes," Khallet said. "I have been trapped here for many years, but I felt them above me, moving in like fleas. Staying and infesting this place, corrupting it with their stupid, petty obsession with order and cleanliness. They are killing this place, and I can do nothing."

The daedra's knuckles whitened as he clenched his fingers around his blade.

"Soon all influences of my master and his brothers shall be gone," Khallet said. "And I will have failed in my duty, most likely on the day when the spells that anchor me here dissipate, thanks to the influence of these mortals. I am trapped here, dark elf. I have have no way out. Yet you have a way in. Where did you find it. Show me, and I shall wreak my vengeance."

"And what will you do?" Erna asked. "Kill a few people before the ordinators banish you back to Oblivion?"

He shook his head and laughed.

"I'll tell you what," he said. "Let's get some friends, huh. There must be some other way out of here, so we can get a little army out. Really make a mess."

"And what will difference will many daedra make compared to one?" Khallet asked.

"Daedra always appear randomly around this sort of place, don't they?" Erna said. "So, we get lots of them. Don't even have to be particularly powerful ones, maybe half a dozen, a dozen clannfears and hungers. COnvince that maybe the daedra aren't happy about a bunch of order lovers moving and taking over. Maybe we can even frighten them enough to make them move."

"Perhaps, but they shall just return," Khallet said.

"Tell me, Khallet, how long have you been trapped under here?" Erna asked.

"Many years," Khallet said. "What news is there of the outside world that is relevant to this?"

Erna nodded.

"Yes," he said. "That makes sense. So, Khallet, I'll tell you what's been happening over the past few years. Believe me, if we can shift this lot away from here we'll make a bigger mess than ever."

"And how is this?"

"I'll explain," Erna said. "But let me put it like this. I think of things in the long term."

This post has been edited by Colonel Mustard: Sep 2 2009, 07:03 PM