Morlia Ardyn picked her way through the dirt and muck of the countryside around the Brina Cross Inn. As she walked through the tall grasses she hugged her tattered cloak around her thin form. Only a week ago she wouldn't be out here, in this horrible countryside trying not to get any more mud on her expensive shoes. A week ago she'd had a family.
Then the Dark Brotherhood, filthy, stinking, cowardly assassins that they were, had stolen that from her. Well she wasn't going to stand for it. She wasn't going to let them continue their wicked reign of terror across the continent. Oh no. She was going to find them and end them. Yes, she would and all with the spell she'd pried from her father's cold fingers.
There was blood staining the lower left corner but it was mostly legible. She was reasonably confident of performing the spell correctly, so long as it was quiet and she was alone.
She reached a copse of silver barked trees far enough from the Brina Cross Inn and the Gold Road and she brought the scroll reverently out from a satchel at her side. The red stain off putting, and she almost wanted to be sick, but she could still do it. She could summon something so powerful that her father, one of the most powerful mages in Kvatch, would try and summon it to defend her mother and brothers.
Taking a deep breath she started reciting the words. Magicka arched and flashed around her, flickering in shades of indigo and lilac. Her eyes were fixed on the spot before her where her bound creature would appear, her loyal right hand in seeing the brotherhood dead.
She reached the end of the scroll and a bright white light flared into existence right on spot she was staring at. She had to look away or be blinded.
But she knew something had gone deeply, horribly wrong with her spell. She could taste it. She was an altmer, magic was her life's blood, her birth right. And this spell tasted wrong.
Who are you?
[ ] A hunter locked in combat with a warrior of great power
[ ] A warrior locked in combat with a hunter of great skill
[ ] Tortured existence locked behind bars
[ ] Disdainful equal among their peers
[ ] Elemental fury leashed to another
[ ] Banished and awaiting their time
[ ] A trickster resigned to their fate
Welcome to Loyalty a quest in which a miscast conjuration spell has dumped the questers of SV into the head of a Daedra. This thread's general attitude will shape the general attitude of the daedra who is summoned. As you can probably tell this is not a completely serious quest. Also introducing my Co-QM for this one
@Verminlord1. He handles the mechanics and the dice. This is probably for the best. If you have questions regarding that he's the guy you wanna ask.
Though the tags say Skyrim we're actually in the time frame of Oblivion.
Remember guys be polite, you're guests after all.