Khallet
It was done. By Dagon, it was done. He would be free!
Within the hall, the daedra crawled. A trio of clannfears hooted and clacked their beaks, while another three hungers hissed and spat at each other. But they wouldn't attack each other. Not when there was much more delicious prey to be found.
The Dremora turned to the mortal that called himself Erna, and bowed deeply.
"Will you accompany us?" he asked. "Take the honour of battle?"
"Alas no," Erna said. "My duties take me further North."
He mimicked Khallet's bow.
"Glory in death," he said. "Hopefully we shall meet again in Oblivion."
Khallet smiled, before roaring; "Children of Dagon! We shall cleanse this place of its stain!"
The assembled daedra hooted, howled or screamed their assent, and followed their leader in a formation of the most ragtag army seen in Vvardenfel's recent history. After a moment, they reached the wall of thick, claggy ash clay that had kept Khallet trapped for many years. There were marks in there, when he had tried to once dig his way to freedom, but that was long ago.
Now, however, he could be free. With a shriek, the clannfears threw themselves on the clay, tearing great sods of wet earth away with their talons.
Soon, Khallet thought. Soon, they would be free.
Erna
Erna scrambled out of the hole he had dug, and, remembering the guard's directions, hurried towards the central area of the temple, wiping himself clean of dirt as he went. If he couldn't remove it by the time he got to the central part, he could just say he tripped. There were treacherous stones sticking up out of the dirt at random moments, after all.
Hopefully, he should arrive just in time for the fun to start.
This post has been edited by Colonel Mustard: Sep 11 2009, 05:34 PM
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