Lord Dregas Volar, eternal guardian of Magas Volar, paced about the ruined sanctuary. Long had he been held captive in that pocket realm, awaiting the day that the insolent mortal responsible for his imprisonment made the mistake of visiting the ruins.
Once more tightening his grip upon the crescent blade, Dregas continued his endless march, knowing that he would be free one day. He could wait, After all, what was a few eons to a daedra? What he could not have anticipated though, was the sudden eruption of Padomaic fire that engulfed his being.
As the flames died out, his maw opened into a terrible grin. Some fool of a wizard had summoned him, Lord Volar, and hadn't even bothered with an attempt at a binding. Ignoring the uniformed mortals as they commit compulsion induced fratricide, Dregas turned his dreadful gaze upon the his summoner. There was no fear to be found on the wizard's face as he ushered the small one toward the river, merely a smile and nod of the head before the two mortals rapidly overtook the flying vessel in the distance.
With the minor mystery of his... rescuer... solved, the dremora dodged a fireball aimed at his back. Wicked laughter echoed from deep within the being's chest as he rounded on the waiting victims. In a multitude of tones, he bellowed as he charged, "Look upon my countenance and despair!"
Slicing the first of his pitiful foes in twain, Dregas snapped out his leg into a kick, sending the still screaming torso into the first of the reinforcements to come around the street-corner. Nicking the cheek of another that attempted to dodge, he dodged a thrust of another mortal's blade toward his face and steped on the paralyzed human's wounded face. Flinging pulped brain into the eyes of his would be impaler, the daedric lord dropped his weapon and grasped the man's head in one hand.
"So... pathetic." He declared, tearing the blinded creature's skull from it's neck. Turning to face the last of the initial group, his armor protected him from the hail of stones that the mage bombarded him with. Outside the localized rockslide, more soldiers streamed into the street as the mortals from the surrounding area rally. Laughing once more at this sudden wash of good fortune, Lord Volar kicked his Daedric Crescent up into his hands and embedded it into the geomancer's gut.
"Your flesh is weak, and yet you fight... foolish, but brave. I will take pleasure in your deaths!" As explosions and screaming echo down from the flying ship, the streets of Ariconium are dyed red. "For Lord Dagon!"
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Sitting on the railing of the ship's aft section, cleaning her wand with a scrap of cloth, Louise looks up at you. "Do you even know how to fly a boat?"
"Of course, you just spin the wheel until the ship turns in the direction you wish to travel. Believe it or not, I was not born with a Levitation staff in my hand." You say with a scoff. Still, the girl does have a point. You've never actually been on a ship as anything more than a passenger. Once this ship arrives wherever you're going, you don't know what you're going to do with it. "Good work with the crew, by the way."
Turning away with a haughty sniff, Louise scrubs her already clean blade even harder and pretends that you can't see her reddened face. "It isn't as if I had a choice, they were in our way."
Chuckling, you reply, "If you say so." The two of you return to your self appointed tasks, her in order to pretend to be composed and you in order to not flip the ship on it's axis.
"Master Cynric?" The girl says hesitantly after a few minutes. "That thing you summoned... was it wise to leave such a creature behind like that? It... the way it looked at us... It gives me a bad feeling."
Humming in thought, you focus on your task of piloting this ship into the clouds to hide until a destination is decided upon. Eventually the girl's nervous stare becomes uncomfortable and you sigh, "Probably not, but what's done is done."
Choose 1:
[] Return to Londinium for now.
[] Retrieve Louise's familiar and-
[] head to Cheddar.
[] Sail to New Castle.
[] South Gotha, the frontline awaits!
[] Return to the Vallier estates, you've done enough in Albion for now. (1 week)
[] Pillage the countryside! (2 months)
[] Head toward Romalia, maybe you can find this 'Holy Land' and spend some time with the elves, they're bound to be more intelligent than most of the humans have been in this world.
[] Write in.
